Yesterday Gabe and I were sitting at the kitchen table working on his Awana's book for church. He had picked out a missionary to pray for and learn about at the church. We had to cut their picture out and paste it in his Awana's book. Before we glued it in, I asked Gabe if he would like to pray for the missionary's. He said yes, but he wanted me to say the prayer. I said O.K. I started praying. When I opened my eyes, I looked around and saw no Gabe. I called out for him while looking under the table. He soon yelled back to me and said, "I'm up the stairs playing Indiana!" I said, "Gabe I thought you were praying for the missionary's with me!" He said, "Oh!" We both just started laughing.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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