overheard at school, obviously (re-posted, with edits)

photo: Nov. ’07

Our little roost ruler comes out with the most beautiful blessings at the dinner table, usually something like, “Lord, thanks for my loving parents — I wouldn’t trade them for the world.  Thanks for my great school and this wonderful food.  I hope the good people will stay good and the bad people will get good — and I hope it is soon.”

When she was 5 she thanked God for “the wedding” so she could be born.

And below, one particularly sweet blessing of late…

“Dear God, thank you for our food and our house and for everything we enjoy, except for the things that are just a big pain in the ass.  Amen.”

Jannie believes in a great big wonderful God of love.  Do you?  Who is God to you?  Do you pray?  Do you say grace? 

I pulled the original post of this about a minute after hitting publish, when a sudden paranoia struck that I’d get comments like “shut up about God already and go fling your bra,”  the timing directly on the heels of my condom heart “Grannie” episode, which was a mini trauma for sensitive little me.   

But I’m so over it!

A couple of you friends whose blog posts I always look forward to, Chris of Csquaredplus3 and Dot of Deeper Issues had seen the original post via their readers and were lovely enough to comment about it on the next post I’d published. Thanks for that, you two!  (Not that the rest of you suck, or anything.)   🙂   It was only because of those two commenting, that I actually came to understand how feeds work.  Oy.  Once you hit publish, your stuff, like, goes into RSS feeds of subscribers. To read.  Like, everywhere.  On the Internet.  Wow.  

This Internet thing is so cool and should really start catching on any day now.

Oh, I’m probably going camping in the morning so will see you in a couple days!

xo