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From the Mouth of Babes

Children grow up to be like us.  We teach them lots of things that are helpful, but they also pick up traits about us that are not beneficial.  If our actions and attitudes are bad, their minds which are like sponges retain those words and actions to use later.  If the things done by parents, teachers, church folks, and other significant adults near them, those negative behaviors can become permanently imprinted on the hard drive of their hearts. Words spoken can set the course for a life lived.

How we should give thanks that so many children have good role models that seek to instill the very best in life through time spent filling them up with sound teaching, good counsel, and great examples to be emulated.  Children quickly respond to praise. The more that positive behavior, respectfulness, and spiritual steps of growing in Christ are commended, boys and girls will exhibit those traits more and more frequently.

A lady once took her children to a restaurant. Her six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As he bowed his head 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, a woman remarked with indignation, “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, the boy was upset by her words and asked his mother, “Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?” 

As she assured him that he had done a terrific job in saying the blessing, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at the boy 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. It would be good for her, too!” 

The mother bought her kids ice cream at the end of the meal. Her son stared at his for a moment, and then did something unusual. He picked up his ice cream and 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.”  (Copied).