Posted by Danny
Every night, I enjoy putting my kids to bed. I usually do it individually – it’s the time of day that each kid and I have the opportunity to connect with no other distractions.
One thing we do during this time is pray. We thank God for our many blessings. There was a time, right after Lisa died, that the “appreciation” part of the prayer was short. So consumed with what I’d lost, I struggled to see that I still had a lot of good stuff in my life.
As one friend pointed out, “Danny Tanner, I don’t feel sorry for you. You have a lot to be thankful for.” Made me sort of get over my lack of ability to find some good, even in the midst of a lot of bad.
Each night I pray that my girls will make good decision in their lives with friendships, boys, and career. I guess my hope is that when they are faced with a tough choice, maybe a lightbulb will go off – MMM, maybe this was one of those decisions dad prayed about 6,000 times when I was growing up.
Having lost our mom to cancer, it seems like folks are quick to make us aware of the numerous families in our area who are battling cancer or who are left to pick up the pieces when a young parent dies. We don’t know many of these families personally, but we keep them on our list.
I’m proud of my girls. They’re developing compassion. When we hear about the mother in Eastern North Carolina with three boys and stage 4 colon cancer, for months they ask me if I’ve received a report on their family. If I forget to pray for them one night, my kids are quick to chime in with a passionate plea for their comfort.
We laugh as we pray – sometimes having to take a break because of the giggles. I think God has a sense of humor, and I don’t want them to think that prayer has to be stodgy.
Maybe this prayer time is less for them and more for me. I’m not sure.
What I do know is that this 15 minutes each night is the most precious and holy time of my week.