of late, reagan has taught me about the power of prayer. oftentimes reagan's prayers have consisted of gratitude for cars, bwessing scarlett and daddy and meatball and uncle mark(i am conspicuously omitted) and bwessing the food, occasionally even at dinnertime. they are a typical four year old's prayer. however, recently reagan has shown a great propensity for suggesting that we pray about things that i would never have considered praying about.
reagan's diet varies from reese's puffs cereal to slices of processed cheese to hot dogs and it is all washed down with a swig of chocolate milk. his elevated tastes do not exactly conform to the food pyramid. as a result, reagan can become "stopped up". on one particularly difficult day, reagan was sitting in his office, working on a memo and nursing a cup of chocolate milk. reagan was struggling to complete the task at hand. we had tried all the tricks of the trade; brownies, frosted mini wheats, bananas, grapes. none were to his liking. finally, in desperation, reagan suggested that we pray to be able to complete the task at hand. i chuckled at the idea, but i encouraged him to do so. great is the faith of a child. within minutes of the prayer, reagan was finishing up the paperwork and was running off to play. his prayer was answered.
reagan has two particularly favorite cars from the movie cars. one is boost, one of the street racers and the other is chick hicks. being that i am secretly evil, i take great pleasure in reagan choosing the villain of the movie as one of his "besties". it does a mother's heart proud to have a child think outside the box. reagan usually carries these cars with him at all times. one day, as luck would have it, reagan had misplaced a favorite car and he was desperately seeking chick hicks. he searched in all the usual spots but he was not having much luck. he was bugging me to my wits end about it. after i lost my temper, he sweetly suggested that we pray to find chick hicks. i am oftened humbled by my children. first, because he answered so humbly after i had been so snappy, and second, because he once again suggested prayer. after reagan's quick prayer, i felt prompted to go look in the way back of my car. lo and behold, chick hicks was perched on top of the stroller, just waiting to be rescued.
uncle bonecrusher took us fishing at the pond in my mom's neighborhood. while we were able to enjoy an unusually cool august day, we weren't having much luck catching anything. again, with no prompting, reagan prayed for fish. not 5 minutes later...
ps- i caught the biggest fish.
uncle bonecrusher is the bomb dot com.(and available, ladies!)the end.
the house overlooking the pond. not too shabby. reagan's next prayer will be for our ward boundaries to be realigned so that they include this house and then we will inherit a gabillion dollars from some long lost relative and we will to move to this house. and then i will spend the rest of my time shopping.