Last week, I took my grandchildren out to dinner, expecting nothing more than a quiet evening together.
Before the food arrived, my six-year-old grandson looked up at me with a serious face and asked, “Grandpa, can I say grace?” I smiled and told him he could. The entire table bowed their heads as he folded…
Then soft laughter spread through the room. Most people smiled, but one woman at a nearby table shook her head in disapproval. Loud enough for everyone to hear, she muttered, “That’s what’s wrong with kids today. They don’t even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream? Honestly.” My grandson’s smile disappeared instantly. Tears filled his eyes as he looked at me and whispered, “Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?”
I quickly hugged him and told him he had done a wonderful job. Just then, an elderly man from another table walked over and smiled warmly. “I happen to know God loved that prayer,” he said. My grandson looked up in surprise. “Really?” The man nodded. “Absolutely. And between you and me, a little ice cream is good for the soul.” My grandson smiled again.
At the end of dinner, I bought ice cream for everyone. Then, to my surprise, my grandson carried his sundae over to the unhappy woman. He placed it gently in front of her and said, “Here, this is for you.” Then he added softly, “Maybe ice cream will help you feel happier.” The restaurant went silent once more, but this time, no one had anything to say.
