Jesus, Bless my Yogret

Tonight was one of those crazy nights... we were watching a movie and lost track of time. All of a sudden my boys were starving (even though it was only 5:00) and I had not made anything yet. Hurriedly I put a can of Chef Boyardee on the stove hoping that tonight they would not be picky. I was wrong: neither one of them wanted it and neither one of them forgot about the hunger pains growing in their bellies. So I throw a hot dog in the microwave for Caden and warm up some sausage for Jacob as I make a sandwich for myself. Finally everyone is pleased so we sit down and begin to eat our food. Jacob decided he wanted some "yogret" because he saw me eating mine. I get it out of the fridge, give him a spoon and he goes to town. It hits me we had not said our blessing yet in the rush of serving dinner. So I tell Jacob we have to say our blessing, he puts down his spoon and waits for me to start it off so he could repeat what I was saying. I ask Jesus to bless our food and that it brings nourishment to our bodies and then in his hoarse little voice he says, "Jesus bless my yogret." It was such a sweet little prayer and I am so blessed to have such wonderful boys... ones that know how to pray (well at least bless the food.) I am so thankful for them and that the Lord entrusted them to me to raise up into mighty men of God, and with His grace it is working so far! :)