I had rough morning with Gabriel. I let my 6yo get the better of me. I
know he isn't a morning person, and neither am I. I went out of the
routine this morning and let him watch cartoons BEFORE he was ready to
go. (at the time it seemed like a good idea, don't judge). Time caught
up to us and then it was a mad dash to get everything ready only to
realize we were ahead of schedule. That just made me more upset ...
that I was upset and I had no real reason to be. UGH. I left without
hugging and kissing him goodbye.
I made it to the highway before God told me I should call him and wish him a happy day. I called, apologized for fussing at him and I hoped he would have a great day. What he said next has been on my mind alllll morning. He said "We had a rough morning because you forgot to come into my room and pray with me last night. You have to remember to pray with me. When you pray with me, I have a good day the next day."
I don't take Gabriel to church ... I don't even go to church. He didn't know who God or Jesus was until recently. I've had too much going on in my life that I didn't sit down and teach my baby about God and Jesus.
I came back from my It Works conference in January and I've been praying ... praying a lot. For guidance, for strength, for support and for happiness. One night I walked into Gaby's room and I told him that I was going to show him how to pray. And we prayed ... and now, when I make it home before he goes to bed, we pray. And it gives him comfort. He doesn't understand it quite yet ... but I like this path I'm on. And I like the fact that my little man has Faith in Him.
I made it to the highway before God told me I should call him and wish him a happy day. I called, apologized for fussing at him and I hoped he would have a great day. What he said next has been on my mind alllll morning. He said "We had a rough morning because you forgot to come into my room and pray with me last night. You have to remember to pray with me. When you pray with me, I have a good day the next day."
I don't take Gabriel to church ... I don't even go to church. He didn't know who God or Jesus was until recently. I've had too much going on in my life that I didn't sit down and teach my baby about God and Jesus.
I came back from my It Works conference in January and I've been praying ... praying a lot. For guidance, for strength, for support and for happiness. One night I walked into Gaby's room and I told him that I was going to show him how to pray. And we prayed ... and now, when I make it home before he goes to bed, we pray. And it gives him comfort. He doesn't understand it quite yet ... but I like this path I'm on. And I like the fact that my little man has Faith in Him.
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