Praying Simple

I have borrow a favorite autumn scene from John Sloane. You can have a copy of this framed on your wall. Visit his site. It’s full of delightful wholesome beauty.It’s a crisp fall morning. It’s been a warm fall, but the temps dropped into the 40’s last night and this morning it was cool enough for me to wear a nice, thick flannel shirt -jacket that I have been looking forward to wearing on the first cool, autumn morning. This morning I put on my new, warm shirt and drove Grendel over to speak/preach/tell at Jackson Christian School. I taught them how to pray:

–Help me prayers

–Please help others prayers

–Thank you prayers

–I’m sorry prayers, and

–I love you prayers

I told them what my mother taught me when I was a little boy crying at night because I lost my baseball.

She called me downstairs and we sat on the bottom step and she said; “Have you told the Lord about it? Have you prayed.”

“No, it seemed like such a small thing…”

She said; “Listen to me. If it is big enough to make you cry, if it is big enough to keep you awake at night, it’s big enough to pray about.”

I have taken that advice thousands of times in my life. I hope to teach the little ones in my life the lesson my mother taught me at the bottom of the stairs that night years ago in Logansville, Ohio.*

Bittersweet Farm

October 4, 2019

P.S. I prayed that night and in the morning I found my baseball and I learned a powerful lesson about prayer.

This painting is by John Sloane