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The Big Snore
By Pastor Matt
I could not help but feel I
was being watched. I was
still lying in bed and my
eyes were still closed but I
could not shake the feeling
that something had their
eyes on me. I tried to just
let it go and fall asleep
again but it was there
nagging at me.
Do I have a guilty
conscience? I thought. Is
there something I need to
confess?
could feel his breath. (He
needed to brush his teeth)
“Hi Dad.” He said with
excitement.
“Hi Ethan.” I replied. “What
could you possibly want
with me this early on a
Saturday morning.”
“I was just watching you
sleep.” He said, “I want to
snore big like you when
I’m grown up.”
how long and all because
I have an impressive “big”
snore.
I got out of bed and walked
to the kitchen and he fell in
line behind me. I grabbed
a coffee cup. He grabbed
a coffee cup. Do you see
what was happening?
What other things do you
think he would mimic?
You never know when they
are watching. It’s creepy,
Kids have a way of cutting really. The truth is they
all the crap out and getting see so much more than
Nothing came to mind so
we think; even when we
straight to the point. My
again I tried to shut my
son wants to snore big like snore.
mind down and squeeze
out every little bit of sleep me when he grows up. He
Something to think about
I possibly could. But it was stood there and watched
in the wind.
to no avail. Something was me sleep for, Lord knows
happening that demanded
my attention. There was
something in my mind
that needed brain cells.
But what? What was so
all fired important that I
could not sleep for a few
more minutes, or even
an hour? No answer. So,
I rolled over, hugged my
wife and kissed her cheek.
I rolled back over and
finally opened my tired,
sleep-filled eyes and there,
face to groggy face with
me was my son. His nose
was so close to mine I
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