Aug 3, 2013

good hearts and tiny giants

Last night I prayed that Lucy and I would have good hearts, hearts that loved God and loved others well.

When it was her turn, she prayed "Help mama's nose a' be good, her butt..."

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This morning, I asked if she had any dreams.  "Yes," she replied seriously.  "I dream 'bout GIANTS."  Her voice got squeaky-high.  "Liiiiitle-bity, tiny giants." 

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