A Prayer from Lexi

As my first blog post, I am going back to my old-reliable - a Lexi-ism.  If you read my blog enough, you'll probably come to either love or loathe these, because they are frequent and I love to share them.  All of my posts won't contain her quotations nor will they all be about God, but to start off, I figured I'd go with something familiar and close to my heart.

So, tonight, Lexi (6) prays, "Dear God, thank you for letting Daddy play with me today.  And I'm really sorry for making a mess at dinner.  Please help me to do better.  And I really love you God.  Amen."

I wonder what God thinks when he hears this prayer.  I figure there are a few choices:
1. Crazy kid.  Doesn't she know I have better things to do than remind her to eat over her plate?
2. Poor kid.  Her Dad must not play with her much and obviously someone overreacted to a dinner time mess tonight.
3. Lucky kid.  What some of my children wouldn't give to have a dad to play with them and food to make messes with.
4. Precious kid.  I love that she loves her family.  I love that her family is teaching her manners.  I love that she loves Me.  I love that she has such innocence.  I love that she feels she can tell me even the smallest things.  I love that kid.

I figure God is a lot like us in some ways.  As a parent, he must run through the emotions, but in the end, He has led us in the way we should go and we are left to make the choices.  As I listen to Lexi pray, I'm a proud mom.  Not necessarily proud of everything she says (because God literally knows it's not always flattering to her parents), but proud that she has such innocence and confidence that God loves her and cares about what she has to say.

So, I figure the obvious answer is that God is thinking #4.  Not because it's the nicest, but because it's what I think.  And in the end, I think God is a proud parent just like me.