For things to slow down.
For batteries not to run out in toys.
For salad and Whataburger pancakes.
For a hungry child to fill his stomach full.
For lonely widows to have someone to talk to.
For all the unwanted children in the womb to live.
For my own children to be happy, successful and fulfilled.
For the person with cancer to have a cure, if only that be hope.
For laughter that brings tears to the eyes and snorts to the nose.
For a little boy, with his dog beside him, to shoot a bull’s eye with his BB gun.
For abused children not to be afraid of what’s under the bed, or who’s around it.
For adults to have more fun playing with the box instead of the gift inside.
For once actually getting in the fastest checkout line at Walmart.
For people to love on Monday like they say they do on Sunday.
For God to admit that His practical joke on the world was cats.
For workers at nursing homes to be extra nice and careful.
For just an hour of conversation again with my dad.
For the ability to write something significant.
For the soldier to sleep through the night.
For unemployed to feel worth.
For a kind word.