We were doing the “Sunday morning shuffle” trying to get ourselves and our stuff ready to go to make the early morning service this morning.  I guess my mind was on my Children’s Ministry story because I was blundering around making silly mistakes.  When I started to pull out of the garage with the trunk wide open, the boys burst out laughing.  I calmly turned to them and very seriously suggested that instead of laughing at me maybe they could try praying for me.  Without missing a beat, P blurted out this prayer:

“Dear God, Please heal my mom.  She’s totally lost her sense of humour.”