Every now and then you get an email that has a real message and this is one of them for me.  The lesson here is the fact that even the smallest among us can help turn our mess into a message:

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 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 ears 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, an elderly man 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 (referring to the woman who started the 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 kids ice cream at the end of the meal.  My son stared at his for a moment and then did something I will remember for 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 a little ice cream.