Most every night, I get the opportunity to read a Bible story to my (almost) four year old daughter, Hannah. She and I treasure the time together, and I love watching her learn about God’s love.
After the Bible story, we talk about what we want to tell God that night, and Hannah always picks a few things from the day to give thanks for. Most of the time, she gives thanks for her family and friends. Sometimes it’s for a toy…you get the picture. A couple of nights ago, she said this prayer:
Dear God,
Thank you for God.
In Jesus name,
Amen.
At first, I thought that she doesn’t understand what she’s saying. She doesn’t realize that we give thanks for God’s gifts or His wonderful creation. But, that prayer has rattled around in my brain until I finally came to a much better conclusion.
Hannah prayed a prayer that I’ve never prayed.
I have never once thought to thank God for being God. Thank Him for being who He is. God does not have to be a merciful god. There is no requirement on Him to be a god of love, grace, and mercy. He could have easily chosen a different way to exist. We exist because he is a god of love. He could zap us out of existence with a blink of an eye. But, he doesn’t.
So often, I get tied up in the culture we live in, and I begin to focus my thankfulness on the things I have. Not necessarily material things, although I am grateful for what He has provided. Even focusing solely on the wonderful family and life He has given me is potentially dangerous as my focus is on me…not Him. Maybe I’ve forgotten that my things and my life that I am so thankful for are not for me…they are for Him.
My prayers are going to sound different. I want to remember that God is love not because he has to be…but because He chose to be love. He chose to be merciful. He chose to send Jesus. I am thankful to God for who and what He chose to be.
Thank you, God…for God.


This past week, my family and I traveled to Baltimore, MD, for the 2009 Care Net Conference. In their own words, Care Net and their network of more than 1,100 pregnancy centers offer hope to women facing unplanned pregnancies by providing practical help and emotional support. I attended the conference as an exhibitor to talk to various people about my story and pro-life speaking opportunities. The conference was wonderful and not only did I get to meet so many people, but those new people made me feel as if I were already part of the Care Net family.

I will never have arms. I will never look like everyone else. I will never hold Hannah like everyone else. But, for me, this is not a sad thing. I just have to learn “what works for me” in each and every situation. So, the picture on the right is of me “holding and cuddling” with Hannah. No, she’s not against my chest, but then again, how else would I feel her without being able to touch her with my feet? My feet are my hands. So, the advice I was given was to make sure and buy a sling to put her in so that she could be up against my chest. We bought one…and maybe we’ll use it. But, inevitably, I’ll want her out of the sling and on my lap or on the floor so that I can bond with, play with, and touch my daughter. It may not look like how you would bond with your child…it may not look like how my own wife bonds with Hannah…but it is what works for me! Hannah, Joni and I will figure it out for each and every situation that comes our way…and we will great each challenge with a smile because that’s how we believe life should be lived.

One item I did want to mention is that Joni found a crib for Hannah that has a door at the short end which I can open by pressing two buttons. The crib is advertised as a way to quickly and easily change the sheets, but for us it is a way that I can get Hannah out of her crib in case of an emergency…or whenever I need to do so. The peace of mind that I have knowing that I can get her if needed is a welcome relief to a big concern I had. You can find more about the crib 
