This Day

I have a different prayer practice with each of my three sons.  My youngest son and I say a prayer in this manner:
Me: Dear
Cooper: God,
Me: We
Cooper: give you this day
Me: All
Cooper: of our work
Me: And
Cooper: all of our play.
Me: All
Cooper: that we do
Me: And
Cooper: all that we say.
Both: Amen.

We've been saying this same prayer together since he was about two (yes...probably time for a new one).  We began alternating so he could learn the words....I gave him the prompts.

Last night as we said this prayer for possibly the 1800th time, Cooper says to me,
"Mom, how can we give God the day?  God gives them to us.  That makes no sense."

Wow.  I was shocked he'd even heard the words...let alone hearing them in a new way.  Now it's true that theologically we give our days back to God.  How we live and act and play (which is what I explained to him)...

But the beauty of his statement was that what he saw first was that his day(s) is given to him by God - first and foremost.

That each and every day is a gift.  Sometimes that's harder to see.  Since I've worried lately about his days - how he's feeling about our recent move and all, it's nice to know that he still sees them as pure gift.

Thanks be to God.  Amen.