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 great.
God is good. 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," 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 can be
good for the soul."

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."

author unknown I loved this story! Please keep it moving.
Sometimes we all need some ice cream.