Tonight I tucked Ella Tays in for bed like I normally do. We engaged in our regular routine that included reading our Cinderella book, making up a story about a bird named Tainkeen (not sure about the spelling of this name, but it is just the make believe bird's name in every story and my best phonetic attempt at spelling it), said our prayers and sang Elvis' "Fools Rush In."
Before we snuggle, we pick up the toys and put them in their boxes, organize all of her ponies on the shelf in a straight row, and say good night to mom and Patton (The chihuahua). Tonight I spent alot of time picking up noses, lips and ears scattered from the closet to the bed belonging to Mr. Potato Head. When I prayed over Ella Tays tonight I found myself praying the model "Mr. Potato Head" prayer.
A "Mr. Potato Head" prayer for myself might be something like this:
Lord, Give me....
The mind of Christ (He has wisdom and knowledge beyond compare)
The eyes of Noah (He had vision to see it raining 120 years before it actually did.)
The ears of Joel (He heard the sounding of the alarm of the Lord calling a nation to repentence)
The lips of John the Baptist (He cried out in the heart of the desert, "Prepare the way of the Lord")
The Heart of David (He knew about intimacy and warfare)
The legs of Chuck Norris (He is not scared of the dark, the dark is scared of him)
The feet of Shaq (He can use his size 22 feet to get to his destination quicker than the average human)
What about your "Mr. Potato Head" Prayer?
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