Praying with Trevy has always been part of our nightly routine. Except when sick, Trevy is a sweet, sappy, cuddle bug at bedtime. Even when dripping with exhaustion, there is something really special about snuggling up, reading a book, singing a song and praying. No matter how cranky I am, it always gets me in the heart. It’s one of the most peaceful moments in my day. I do naps and Daddy does night nights. Now that Trevy is understanding so much… I’ve had this heart tug to make prayer time mean more for him. Once upon a time, I’d read a sweet post that shared a prayer over their children. Moving from head down to toes. It included words like “heart of a warrior – feet that run to Jesus”. I thought I’d read it over at Sand in the Gears …one of my favorite reads which I’m shamelessly plugging. In fact, I emailed the author so convinced was I. Tony ...
Our family's journey with catastrophic epilepsy, homeschooling, and unconditional love.