On the way back from Kentucky the weekend of March 2nd, our family was traveling to Atlanta after celebrating my Mom's 100th birthday. We had a big party at our home church on Saturday, March 2. I was honored with the privilege of preaching the Sunday morning service at my home church with most of my family attending. I spoke on the importance of marriage to our culture. It was a blast! You need to know that in attendance in the worship service, where I preached, was only one of my grandchildren, 6-year old Evan.
After the Sunday festivities in Kentucky we drove back in a convoy, "of sorts", with my daughter's family in their van and Jeanne, Carol, and I in the rental car. When we stopped at Cracker Barrel for dinner, all 5 adults and 3 children were settling in with the usual flurry of activity - getting boosters, high chair, deciding who was going to sit by Aunt Jeanne, opening packs of coloring crayons, and finishing drink orders.
As things calmed down, our food was delivered and we were about to eat when Evan (the 6 year old) leaned across the table, looked me right in the eye and said, "Hey, Marriage Man, we forgot to pray!"
Needless to say prayer did happen but only after we all regained composure!
