Sometimes I think that we forget the really important things in life.
Last week, I took my grandchildren to a restaurant. My six year-old grandson 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 Grandma gets us ice cream for dessert. And liberty and justice for all! Amen!”
The whole restaurant had gone silent while he was saying Grace. When he finished and sat down, along with the laughter and applause 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! Well, I never!”
Hearing this, my grandson burst into tears and asked me, “Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?”
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.
The elderly gentleman winked at my grandson and said, “I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer“.
“Really?” my grandson asked.
“Cross my heart“, the man replied. 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 grandchildren ice cream at the end of the meal. My grandson stared at his bowl for a moment, and then did something I will remember the rest of my life.
He picked up his ice cream 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“.
I love this story! Sometimes, we all need some ice cream.
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