I almost don’t know what to do with myself.  I put Zane down at 7:15 tonight.  It sounds early, ok-it is, but he didn’t have a nap and he was being a pill so having early bedtime is saving him and me.  : )  So, back to the miracle…  When I laid him down he asked me to keep the door open.  Ahhh, how sweet!  Only a crazy mother would do that, right?  He NEVER stays in bed…  well, I was crazy and fell for it.  I told him that I would give him O N E chance, only ONE chance and if he decided to get out of bed then the door would be locked.  It has been 1 hour and I have not heard a peep.  I just checked him and he is sound asleep.  Keep praying!  I am sure Heavenly Father smiles (I hope) at requests such as mine. 

The best part of bedtime tonight was Zane’s prayer.  I asked him if he would like to say a prayer and he obliged.  His little voice is so cute as he repeats what I say.  I felt the Spirit stronger during his sweet prayer then during my humble pleas for the last several months.  I was amazed that simplicity is just as good (or better).  God loves his children, no matter their age (but maybe there is a softer spot for those innocent, tender, tiny ones).

Just some thoughts…  I am reading The Shack again.  I only have made it a few pages in but I love the way it makes me think.