Matthew kept stopping, looking up at the sky and saying, “Stop it, stop it.” My three-year-old grandson seemed agitated while we were on our ritual walk to the mailbox. I finally asked him, “Matthew, who are you talking to?” He said, “Nana, I’m talking to God, I want Him to stop the wind.”
I smiled and said, “Oh,” and kept walking. Matthew lives in southern Alberta, Canada, where the wind is so strong that often it stopped him from being able to play outside. He was tired of the wind robbing him of his fun; and he wanted it to stop — now.
As soon as we arrived home, he jumped on the sofa and stood there looking out the window at the sky. Soon I heard the excited shout, “Nana, look, God stopped the wind!”
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