"Where is my sticky hand and my toothpaste from the dentist? I want to show Daddy!"
"Can I have another waffle?"
"I want more juice!"
"When are we going swimming?"
"What are we doing tomorrow?"
"I have to poop! Come with me!"
All of these came in rapid fire and I could not even answer one without the next one being uttered.
Is this what I sound like with my Heavenly Father? One demand after another? Does He ever grow weary like I do? I used to think I had to be tactful with my requests. They needed to be worthy and important. But during this last year, I have begun to realize that it is ALL important to him. Even down to the "Lord please help me find the toy monster truck that L is refusing to go to bed without unless it is in his hand in 10, 9, 8, 7... There it is! Thank you Jesus!" It all matters to Him.
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