Well, Crap.

I’ve been a little distracted recently.

I was tangled in a web of confusion,
justifying,
clarifying,
and pretending,

blended with ignoring,
overlooking,
and just plain not wanting to do the right thing.

And this kind of mental gymnastics can do a number on a girl’s emotional energy, yet still I leaned into the confusion, letting it sap me, drip by drip.

(I know I’m being vague.  Sorry about that.  And also please just deal with it and move on.)

In the car on Saturday, Tyler said – quite out of the blue – “Mommy, I would like to pray right now.”

“Okay, kiddo.”

“I’ll start, and you can finish, okay?”

“Deal.”

He folded his little hands, and he prayed aloud.

“Dear Jesus, please help us to know when the devil is trying to trap us.  Please help us to always see what you want us to do, and please help us to obey immediately.  Amen.”

Well, crap.

I’m not even kidding.  I wouldn’t make this up.
This was his impromptu prayer from the backseat.  That’s what I get for asking God to give my children discerning spirits… my four-year-old was seemingly discerning my spirit.

“Go ahead, Mommy.  You can finish.”

I can finish.  My son is waiting for my paragraph to follow.  Step right in, Trish.  And say it with feeling.

“Yes, God.  Thank you for whispering to us to let us know the right thing at the right time, and help us to do it with the right attitude.  Amen.”

My tone may or may not have had the right attitude.

“Thank you, Mommy.  I just needed to say that.”

“I understand, sweet boy.  And thank you for saying it.”

(Crap.  So much for ignoring and justifying.  I just got called out.)

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11 thoughts on “Well, Crap.

  1. And with relief I say, “Nothing can separate us from the love of God in Christ”. Thankful for reminders from the mouths of children–you’re not the only one called out by Tyler. :/

  2. Oh my, oh my, oh my. Where can I find a little boy like that for my life? That’s unlikely to happen, so you see, Tricia, this is why I NEED you to keep writing these things, to keep telling your story, and that of your boys, and of the incredible way God speaks to all of you, because through you, He speaks to me, too.

  3. I love those moments when God uses my kids to speak truth into my life………. He is a great God who choses the “weak” to shame the “strong”…

  4. I so love this. God used my children alot to reach me when they were little and even now that they’re grown He uses them still.

  5. I love it when you write about your boys, they are so cute and so smart. I love being able to hear about them and their influence in your life! I appreciate you taking the time to write a post or two every day.
    QoU

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