I just love hearing Ethan pray. I don't think I've ever heard such a young child pray before, since usually when we pray in Sunday School, the 2 year olds are too timid to say anything. Anyway, we always pray at mealtimes, and Ethan's taken to adding his own prayers. He folds his hands and looks at his plate. Then he says his prayer. It always sounds something like this...

God...bebbuce (lettuce).

God...cheese.

God...meat.

God...doodoos (noodles).

In the ellipses, imagine him thinking "thank you for", since that's what we say. He doesn't stop until he has thanked God for each individual thing on his plate!

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I've been reading her book and starting my own gratitude journal. Her journey started out with counting out 1000 gifts from God. My own is currently on 106 and surprisingly, there's more every day! It's amazing how much more peaceful and joyful a day can become when you recognize and take joy in those moments.

I noticed it again today. Ethan was going downstairs, holding onto his daddy's hand. Suddenly he lifted up his legs and hung! Daddy commented that "you sure trust your daddy a lot." Later on we were doing some exploring outside, and Ethan was jumping from sidewalk into puddle-on-road, and then onto the snow-mound beside the puddle, and back into the puddle. The puddle wasn't very wide and was next to the sloping sidewalk, so he had a hard time standing. But he kept doing it because we kept steadying him. He never fell, not even once.

It made me think. Shouldn't this be what it's like to trust our Daddy a lot? To know that we can jump and He will steady us? To know that when we lift up our legs, we won't fall down the stairs but will be held tightly and land gently?

That kind of trust is hard to come by.