6 years, 4 months.
You have made me so proud this week. Tuesday night as our family held hands at the dinner table, I was just about to pray to thank God for our food and for our family, when you stopped me:
“Daddy, can I say the prayer tonight?”
I was definitely caught off guard, but I replied without missing a beat: “Of course you can, man.”
You went straight into it…
“Thank You God for this food we eat. Thank You God for the birds that sing. Thank You God for everything.”
That instantly became one of my favorite moments of being your Daddy, so far.
I pray for your soul. I want you to truly know God and how much He loves you.
We read Bible stories together. Our family goes to church, which you always enjoy; they have a really good children’s program there. The free donuts surely help, too…
I want you to fundamentally understand in both your head and your heart what it means to love Jesus. And I know how important it is that I lead by example.
So it really means a lot to me that with no prior discussion, with no pressure beforehand on my end, with no attempt to get you to pray before dinner, you decided on your own this is something you wanted to do.
You have also volunteered to pray for our meal for the past two nights as well.
There are so many things that go through my head when I think of all I feel responsible for in raising you.
I want to make sure you feel loved. I want to make sure you have fun. I want to make sure you get a great education. I want to make sure you’re an adventurous, yet disciplined boy.
But I especially feel responsible for you wanting to please God.
Seeing you want to pray for our family’s dinner gives me a special, priceless confirmation that I wasn’t expecting so early on.