Praying makes me hungry

This evening, after bath time, the boys and I laid down on my bed to read books. Reading to my boys seems to be the best way to kill a little time before bed on days when neither one can be good any longer. Today Jack didn't have much nap at MDO. He has a stuffy nose. He gets one every time he sleeps cold. The first night in Little Rock I neglected to check the thermostat before going to bed. Poor Jack will pay for that for a couple of weeks.

Ty is always tired on days he goes to "school." His teacher, Mrs. Amanda, might possibly accept a teaching position at a local elementary school. Please pray for her and her husband as they make the decision. I am confident that Ty and the other children will get yet another exceptional teacher for their class. Mr. Irvin, the MDO director at First United Methodist Church, has done an excellent job getting teachers for their program. I love how they love my kids. I am thankful for the way they minister to my family.

So, tonight, lying on the bed. We finished 5 books, my voice is tiring. I tell the boys that the next thing we are going to do is to pray together. I tell them of so many things that we can give thanks about. I ask Jack what he wants to tell God.

Jack, without much thought, starts praying a routine prayer.

"Dear Jesus, thank you for the food. (pause)

Umm... (short pause)

How about we go eat somethin?"