This morning I’m grateful for the gift of laughter. 

Having run out of room in my prayer journal, I went in search of another.  I keep several blank ones in my bookshelves for just such an occasion, however, the one I chose this morning was a journal I’d started back in the year 2000 when the grandkids were young.  I’d written down some of the funny things they said and found myself laughing out loud.  Here are a couple of examples:

Maddy–age 3.  We were having a family potluck and the table was overflowing with a wide variety of dishes.  Maddy looked at the table and declared, “Tonight we feast.”

Carter–age 3.  It was my birthday and I asked him to guess how old I was.  Carter thought long and hard and came up with the biggest number he could imagine.  “Five.” 

James–age 8.  His classroom had been vandalized and he was upset enough to write a story in which he was instrumental in capturing the culprits.  The last line of his story was,  “And when they got out of jail, they were too old for bingo.”