He who kneels before God can stand before anyone. Our prayers may be awkward; our attempts may be feeble. But since the power of prayer is in the one who hears it, and not the one who says it, our prayers do make a difference.

Sometimes we forget the really important things in life and we take for granted the things that we should be giving thanks for. Here's an incident about praying before meal when a grandmother took her grandchildren to a restaurant.

It is a reminder that a careless word may kindle strife. Cruel word usually wrecks a life. Timely words help level stress… but it’s the loving words that heal and bless. Let's be careful of the words we say, keep them soft and sweet; we never know from day to day, which words we’ll have to eat.

As the story goes, one day, I took my grandchildren to a restaurant. My six-year-old grandson 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 Nana 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 grandson 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 grandson and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."

"Really?" my grandson 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, I bought my grandchildren ice cream at the end of the meal. My grandson 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."  Sometimes, we all need some ice cream. I hope God sends you some ice cream today.

By Tim Pedrosa

Prayer is a time exposure of the soul to God.