Last week, when I took my kids to a restaurant, my six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.
We bowed our heads and he started, “God is good. God is great. Thank you for the food and I would thank you even more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Justice and Liberty for all! Amen!”
All the other customers were laughing and I heard a woman say, “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!”
My son started to cry and asked me, “Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?”
I held him and said that he did a great job and God was certainly not mad at him. Then an elderly gentleman approached the table, winked at my son, and said:
“I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer.”
“Really?” my son asked.
The man said, “Cross my heart.”
He said in a theatrical whisper indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing, “Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. Sometimes, a little ice cream is good for the soul.”
At the end of the meal, I bought ice cream for my kids. My little son stared at the ice cream and did something I would never forget in my lifetime.
Without a word, he picked up his sundae and walked over, and placed it in front of that woman. He told her with a big smile, “Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes, and my soul is good already.”
Brilliant!
Hope this story will make you smile! Have a nice day!!
