*A note before you read this. After doing an audit of my blog in 2022, I have decided to leave content that speaks to the Christian I was at the time this was written. I no longer identify as Christian (and haven’t for a very long time.) I chose to leave these posts because it is who I was then and it is important to me to be honest and true with every iteration and evolution of self that I experience. I may decide to add comments to the end of posts like this as well
This time it’s a little different. An actual picture came out instead of doodles. Which is okay, except I don’t draw all that well. Phil has been talking about a canoe trip so yesterday morning when Zane and I laid on my bed together to pray in color, this little picture flowed from my less than talented hand.
There’s a couple other things I’m excited about. First. Zane’s prayers.
Listen, I didn’t start this praying in color for anyone but myself. Lord, how can one person be so selfish? When Zane saw me doing it, he was on that train and excited about the ride. Since then, we’ve been sharing some praying in color time. I had a little pack of these Staedtler markers (which, by the way ROCK!) and I found a 20 pack at Office Depot the other day for only $14.99 and I snatched those puppies up.
I gave Zane my small pack and now he’s carrying them all over the house and spontaneously busting into praying in color mode whenever he feels the urge.
And now all of a sudden, it’s something. My friend Toni shared with me a homeschool father speaking at a conference about creating memories with his family.
What I took from his seminar: my desire to give Zane a family that lives out their worship.
I want to be a doer.
I want him to learn that from me.
I don’t just want to tell my friends, I’ll pray for you, I want them to either hear me pray with them, read a prayer I’ve written for them, or see a prayer I’ve colored for them.
It means something bigger than me and my selfish heart.