One morning, a few months ago, I got frustrated by how slow Sonny Boy was moving, in spite of getting him up earlier then normal. I noticed that with me being frustrated, I was frustrating him. But when I asked him to pray with me, he asked if he could say the prayer.
Sonny Boy prayed that I would have a good day at work and that he would have a good day at school. GRACE!
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