Thursday, April 30, 2009

A Prayer

I lift my eyes to the hills.
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
who made heaven and earth.

~Psalm 121:1-2

I turn my face to God.


"One more hug, Momma," little hands pull my neck down next to his cheek. He smells like honey and dirt, sweat and fresh cut grass. A little man. Mercy from heaven.


My momma has a bulldog. All sweetness and snort, she brambles around a house that used to hold children. She's the baby. She is sick. Still sick after a looong time.

Children most frequently pray for grandparents and pets. So if you'd like to pretend you're a child for a moment, say a little prayer for Punkin the bulldog.


Daniel and Cerissa said...

Even the flowers will praise Him...

Jesus, please heal Susan's little baby. Amen.

Lori said...

We've been talking about Punkin since lunch today, including the ever-popular kid question about whether or not dogs go to heaven. Emma's prayer was so sweet and sincere.

It's our pleasure to pray for your mom's 4-legged baby. :)

Goat said...

Punkin has had a second surgery--the first surgery sustained a leak in the fix. Let all of this bring a glory and honor to our Father's Hoy Name. The doctors was optimistic. Let the children pray :)

Goat said...

The Punk came home last night an slept through the night for the first time in weeks. Eating and drinking and no puking. YAY! I am so thankful for a God who heals