You taughts me, Dads

In our family, we take time before each meal to thank God for the meal. It's not a big 3-point message, but we just stop before we begin shoveling in the grub to recognize that God owns everything, and we are blessed to be able to sit down and enjoy our evening meal.

Each night, the children are fighting each other to see who gets to say grace. The other afternoon, right after church, it was just me and the youngest. He hasn't taken his turn since he's pretty young, but I asked him if he wanted to give it a shot. Sure he did, and we said grace together. Well, he thought he was big stuff now, and as soon as everyone else came home, he let them know that he can now say grace.

Tonight, my wife asked him since he now knows how to do it if he'd like to say grace. He did, and proudly thanked God for our food and asked that it nourishes us. When he was done, I told him he did a good job and he said

You taughts me, Dads

These are the moments when I am really proud of those kids. I taught him, sure enough. I had the opportunity to teach my 3-year-old how to pray. The scriptures tell us to never stop teaching our kids, and sure enough it gets in there sometimes.