31 Dear God, Could I Have a little Ice-cream?

Dear God, Could I Have an Ice-cream?

A mother took her six-year-old son to the restaurant. As they prepared to have their meal he asked if he could say grace.
He bowed his head and said,” God is good. God is great.  Thank you for the food, and I would thank you even more if I am allowed ice cream for dessert. Amen!"
 

He was heard by those around and there were many smiles and silent laughter. One woman though was rather indignant. "That is what is wrong with this world, children do not have a clue about how we should pray. We have come to a sorry pass when we are letting children pray for ice-cream."

Hearing this, the young lad burst into tears and asked his mother, “Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
 His mother assured him that he had done a terrific job and God was certainly not mad at him.

A gentleman approached the table.  He winked at the lad and said,
 "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
 "Really?" the boy 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."

 
 
The man winked again and left. At the end of his meal, the waitress served him a large ice-cream paid for by the man.

The lad stared at his for a moment
 and then did something his mother will remember for the rest of her life. He picked up his ice-cream 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. My soul is good already."

A little of what we enjoy is good for us now and again.

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