Praying for Wings (literally)

Tonight London prayed, “God, please give me wings so I can fly like a little butterfly.”

This was the first time she’d ever made any sort of request of God. We usually only thank and praise Him. The big ask was her idea. I guess she figured He was the go-to person for a thing like being able to fly with butterfly wings. She’s starting to imagine what He’s capable of…

What was mildly disturbing was what she said after our prayer: “Mom, I heard God and He said okay. He said I can fly like a butterfly.”

Oh, really?