A Proud Mommy...

Last night, my 7-year old son, Kobe, came to me while I was on my laptop in bed and asked me if he could pray with me.  Of course, I said yes.  So he begins but seems a little hesitant...then he stops and says that he's not sure what to say.  I told him to talk to God just like he would talk to me or Daddy...he should start by thanking him for what he's done and given, then go on and tell him whatever is on his heart.

So with that, we begin again.  At this point, I'm just excited about the fact that my son - who is all boy and who, at times, seems to think that "church" stuff is for girls or mommies and boys and daddies aren't cool or "manly" if they do it, came and wanted to pray.  But I'm totally expecting the "God, thank you for my PSP, and my bike and the television. And can you please give me xxx for Christmas" prayer.  But my special little boy, who is all of 7 years old, prays and thanks God for his parents, his home, and for letting Jesus die on the cross for his sins.  And with that...he was done.  No petitions for cool new gadgets for Christmas.  Just a prayer of Thanksgiving...and not only that, he expressed his gratitude for things that so many of us take for granted. 

Have we thanked God for what he has already provided for us - without the rush of getting through the "formality" of giving thanks so that we can move on to asking for something else.  Have we thanked God for providing His only son for us?  Have we thanked Jesus for dying in our place? Have we given thanks for the opportunity to become co-heirs with Christ?  Needless to say, I'm a proud mommy but I also am reminded that I have a heavenly Father who needs to be proud of me.