Matthew and I are doing a lot of praying right now. Really, that in itself is nothing new... but lately, are pleas have been shorter, more urgent, and punctuated with several more soulful sighs. We have two possible futures at present: a) continue with current job and live securely b) uproot in order to dabble in further education and flirt with poverty. Hmmm.....I know it looks like it should be an easy choice.
The other day we sat down heavily to our chicken dinner, bowed our heads, and remained silent. Our toddler slapped her palms together and eyed me impatiently. Finally, I simply said, "God, help us. And thank you for our food." We remained quiet, heads bowed, perhaps each of us continuing with our private petitions. Lila noticed that something was missing from my succinct plea. She tipped her folded hands forward and solemnly ended our prayer with the word"Elmo."
"Elmo?" we asked, laughing. "Do you mean 'amen'?"
"Doh," she replied, which means 'yes' in Lila-language.
We got a good chuckle out of her attempt at prayer. I imagine God did too.
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