Oh. My. Gosh.

Colin goes to this church thing called Pathfinder's every Friday night. It's kinda like an AWANA program. Anyhow---they have homework and different little things to do during the week. One of those things is keep a prayer diary. We also have a family prayer journal that we write requests in, so there was a big gap in Colin's Pathfinder's one because we've just been using ours. I just went into his notebook to find out what Bible verse they are memorizing for this week and found THIS.

It's funny, because my first thought was to be completely mortified and call his teacher to tell her that in no way was I AWARE that Colin had written this. Then I was suddenly even MORE mortified to think that she knows me & my whacked 8-year-old-boy sense of humor well enough to probably have believed that I, in fact, was completely on board with praying for one's bodily functions.

Which is actually accurate, I guess. Because my very next thought was that I don't remember Daddy's flatulence being particularly bad any time around the 9th of March. So, really...doesn't this just go to show that God is listening? Ah, the power of prayer.