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Counter Prayers

The 12 year old's class has a pet rodent. It's a gerbil that goes by the name of "Cosmo." Apparently, the rodent would die over the weekend if left to his own devices. Fortunately for Cosmo, he's a class pet which means that the students in the class take turns bringing him home for the weekend. We got him over a holiday weekend. Lucky us.

Cosmo lives in a fish tank with a metal grate atop. Cosmo has already had a couple of close calls with the Grim Reaper. A certain 6th grade girl dropped the fish tank just as her mother got out of the van to help her carry him. Ginger, the cat, found his existence intriguing and refused to get off the counter until she had completely explored all options of reaching him. As we laughed at her attempts, Sunday the dog became insecure and stuck her face in our faces to remind us she's important, too.

Tonight during family prayer, the 4 year old volunteered to say it.

"Heavenly Father, thanks for our family. Thanks for Cosmo. We love him. We hope we get to keep him. We hope the school doesn't want him, anymore. Please bless the kids at the school will forget about him and we will keep him. I'll take good care of him. Amen."

I'm countering this prayer tonight with my own.

Comments

  1. Oh dear. Keep praying! Somehow I have lived through 11 years of having a child in elementary school and have avoided having to deal with a class pet. Oh wait. . . I think we just have so many crazy animals coming in and out of our home that I may not have noticed. . .

    PS- There may be something Freudian going on here- the word verification is "squish"

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  2. I have free gerbils available. Oh wait, maybe I shouldn't talk to your kids first. :-)

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  3. Ha! I love listening to my kids prayers and it always gives me a heads up on what I should be praying about. ;)

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  4. Keep counter praying! The fervent prayers of a righteous man avail much right? So, be more fervent than they and much more righteous and you will trump them easy peasy. LOL

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  5. I can't wait to see which God wins! :)

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  6. Your son has a big heart, wanting to keep the class pet...but I still hope God answers YOUR prayer!

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  7. Yuck- since when are rodents pets? I never understood it.

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  8. I should have said a counter prayer when my oldest was praying for a guinea pig

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  9. We did the hamster route a couple times of our own free will (we were stupid and gave in to the boy's requests)

    Never again will I own a pet that relieves itself in my house. Cage or not!

    Hope your prayer is stronger!

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  10. We spent a year being begged for a rat. We desisted. We were begged and nagged some more and finally gave in. Two female Guinea pigs to be kept outside in a hutch. One of the Guinea pigs had babies...."

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  11. Move over Cosmo - You will need to get a bigger fish tank to accommodate all of those new Guinea pigs Gina is sending you.

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  12. Since Cosmo probably had to go home I've mailed my squirrels to your house for the weekend. When you get the box with the holes please open it fast.

    They don't like strawberries.

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  13. I am curious who's prayers were answered...

    Oh, and my word verification is bless. Hmmm.

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