Dear Jesus, thank you for this wonderful day and thank you for Nani and Pops and The Polar Express. And thank you for our ears and all the noses and all the eyes. And thank you for our bunk bed and fan. And I pray that you would put a baby in Mommy’s tummy. In Jesus’ holy name, Amen.

My 3 Year Old Son’s Prayer Last Night

Hayden Wreyford

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Hayden is a storyteller, musician, designer, Apple fanboy, and genuine people-person. Never one to sit still for long, he mixes serious creativity with a logical side and a desire to leave things better than how he found them. He's been known to keep the room laughing with an impression or quick one-liner, and is proud to hail from suburban Atlanta with his beautiful wife and two young boys. You can follow him on Twitter and Google+

3 responses to My 3 Year Old Son’s Prayer Last Night

  1. Just found your blog and read with great interest….wondering if what you were praying for, was the prayer I prayed for 20 years. Then, I found your “3-year old’s prayer last night” and saw it was the same. I love talking about God, his sovereignty and stuff like that. I love the journey He has put me on, and see Phil 1:6 being fulfilled every day. I have a 24 year old daughter and NEVER thought I would have an “only”. Always seemed sorta weird to me….”those families”. Why would they have only one? My arrogance, ignorance, and pride. Now that I’m nearing menopause, I see that my prayer is probably not going to get answered….but, another is. I pray that I’m in His will, that I don’t operate in my flesh, and that I’m an empty vessel for Him. That prayer He answers pretty regularly. (the vessel part) I’m not saying that I don’t cry when I get Christmas cards from people that look like the Romney’s, or that I don’t cringe when people ask why we only had one. I do see His faithfulness and provision in a very sweet way over my life. I can’t help but know that, His heart breaks over a world that is full of sin and death. It’s not what he intended. So, when people have children die, or have miscarriages, I don’t say it’s “God’s will”. He’s sad too, and promises to work it out for
    our good. That is the promise I’m claiming…and to trust Him along the way. Sometimes I have to say it out loud. I’m rambling and wishing I was a good writer like you.

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