We were on our way to the park.
I was driving along, distracted by my thoughts, when I faintly heard a fire truck in the background. I didn't pay much attention to it until I heard my sweet 4-year-old say...
"Dear God, please keep the men in the fire truck safe. Amen."
This wasn't a surprise. He does this often.
But on this Monday morning I was once again convicted about how easily distracted I am by everyday life.
My sweet boy noticed that there was a situation that was in need of prayer. He noticed that there were people in distress. He noticed that there was a God that could do something about it.
I want to be more aware.
Lately, I feel swallowed up by life and its transitions. I am busy in my preparations, but I want to stop.
I want to notice.
I want to have a heart for people.
I want to have a heart for God.
I want the heart of a child....the childlike faith he has. God help me! - Rejoicing in the Present