INNOCENT BLOOD

By Anita Mondragon
 
Last night, as my youngest and I said our bedtime prayers, we went through the usual things in our prayers.  I got him into bed, and put myself to bed…started to drift off into slumber, and was awakened by a small hand on my shoulder gently shaking me.  A quiet voice whispered, “Mom…can we just thank God for all the good things He does for us?”  Well, that woke me up real fast I can tell you!  I said, “Of course son!  Good idea!”  
 
As he knelt next to my bed, we began to pray.  He started first, saying one thing he was thankful for, Read more…