I find I need to put that series on a hold for just a day or two. Something has come up and I need time to deal with it. For today, I am just going to post some quick things that you might enjoy and maybe this is a good time to split it. To give a lighter mood to readers as I know some of these things can seem pretty heavy to people.
But don't worry, I will most likely be back tomorrow for my next installment on this subject.
HAVE YOU EVER ASKED GOD FOR ICE CREAM?
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?” 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. He winked at my son and said, “I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer.” “Really?” my son asked. “Cross my heart.”
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. 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.
Thanks for joining me today folks. Join me again tomorrow and hopefully I will have that part 3 of my Brainwashing series ready. Love you guys!
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