A while ago, a friend took her children to a restaurant.

Her six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.

As they bowed their 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, she 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, her son burst into tears and asked me, 'Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?'

As she 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 her son and said, 'I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer'

'Really?' her 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 is good for the soul sometimes.'

Naturally, she bought her kids ice cream at the end of the meal. Her 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.'

I hope God sends you some Ice Cream today!