"God helps open doors"

I never know what words are going to come out of his mouth.  Sometimes what he says is so smart, sometimes so hysterical, sometimes so observant.  Tonight, what he said was both profoundly simple and wise.

During prayer time, we shared what we are grateful for with each other.  Since he's been potty trained (so a little over a month now), it has been par for the course that he says he is grateful that "God helps poop, God helps pee, God helps fart." I smile every time at this. It seems so typical for a little boy to incorporate that kind of language, but it really makes sense: potty training him was so seamless, I have no doubt he had a little help.  But what he said next made me pause:


I asked him if there was anything else he was grateful for.  He said verbatim, "God helps open doors." 


I asked him what he meant.  He replied, "God helps open my doors."


So I pretty much sat there staring at him while he stared at his favorite little pal, Mr. Prince. He then looked up at me with tired eyes, laid his head down on his pillow and slipped into sleep.  I laid down next to him beneath the paper stars dangling from the ceiling and just thought about what he had said.


God helps open doors.
God helps open my doors.


Wisdom from a 2 1/2 year old.