I wonder sometimes what God thinks of prayers that don’t make any sense. Whether it sounds silly or not, I think God still appreciates the prayer of a young heart who beseeches the Almighty in the only way he knows how.

Yesterday at dinner, the lil’ one wanted to say the prayer. In his usual rambling fashion and four-year-old grammar, it went something like this: “Dear God, thank you for today and thank you for our food and please don’t let Uncle Nathan get died again. In Jesus’ name, amen.”

I politely tried to explain that it was very sweet of him to pray for Uncle Nathan, but I reminded him that he already died and is in Heaven now, so we don’t need to pray for that. He gave me a “Mom, you’re a dolt” look and quipped: “I know – I prayed for him not to get died again.”

What could I say? I just thanked him for praying and suggested that maybe next time, we could pray for his cousins.