The other day we were eating dinner. I'm not sure what the object of my love was but I said something to the affect of, "I love baked potatoes." And because we are weird at our house I said to Morgan, "But don't worry Morgan, I love you much more. If I had to choose between you and potatoes, I would always choose you."
Then Aaron said, "Would you choose Mommy or potatoes?"
Morgan quickly replied, "Potatoes."
Aaron said, "Oh, you're going to break your poor mommy's heart!"
To which Morgan coolly replied, "I like my own heart."
Tonight I was putting Morgan to bed and helped him with a prayer.
I prompted, "Please help..."
Morgan picked it up, "...me to find my heart."
It would appear that Morgan's had his heart on his mind a lot lately. I don't know where he comes up with this kind of stuff, but it cracks me up.
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What a sweet thought. Maybe I ought to ask God that same question: "Please help me to find my heart."
Maybe then I would live my life with more empathy, more concern for others, more awareness of my own blessings.
Thanks for sharing your own heart.
Dad
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