As I knelt besides Abby's bed tonight, I laid my head down besides her to catch my breath. She promptly sat up, placed her hands on my head and, through her paci began praying...
"Dear Jesus, please heal Daddy (I didn't know I was ill) and help Gabie not poop in the bath tub (a feat that he had accomplished just one hour earlier)."
Mind you, these prayers were genuine to her!
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