Last week, Rory (my 6yo daughter) had a cold. As I was putting her to bed and laying with her as she drifted off to sleep, I said our ritual nighttime prayer. At a certain point, I made the petition...
“I pray that God heals Rory as she sleeps...”
Here was the following dialogue:
Rory: “Dad, God can’t make me better.”
Me (with a confident possibly-soon-to-be-pastor-like tone): “God can do anything, Rory.”
Rory: “God can’t do ANYTHING, Dad... God can’t punch someone in the face.”
Me: “Well, I guess… True, Rory... True.”
Rory: “Let’s just go to sleep, Dad.”
Me (defeated): “Yeah, let’s just go to sleep.”
Sometimes, only a 6-year-old can make you realize that you have no idea what you’re talking about.
And so, tonight, I pray that God doesn’t prove Rory wrong and punch you in the face. (But if God does, let me know so I can prove to Rory that I was right😜👍)
Grace & Godspeed,