Last week, I took my children to a restaurant.
>>>> My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.
>>>> As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great.
>>> Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"
>>>> Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
>>>> Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
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>>>> As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.
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>>>> He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
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>>>> "Really?" my son asked.
>>>>
>>>> "Cross my heart," the man repl ied.
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>>>> Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
>>>> Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember the rest of my life.
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>>>> He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."
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>>>> THE END
>>>>
>>>> I loved this story!
>>>>Please keep it moving.
>>>>Sometimes, we all need some ice cream.
>>>>I hope God sends you some Ice Cream today
>>>>