One Sunday, when our little girl was about four, it was her turn to give thanks for dinner.
She began to pray, "Dear Lord, thank you for Mommy and Daddy, Grandpa and Grandma, my brothers and all my friends.” Then she looked at the table and added, “Thank you for the fried chicken and the mashed potatoes and gravy, and the salad and the pie. And . . . "
Then there was a long silence. Finally, she looked up at her mother and asked, "Mom, if I thank God for the broccoli, won't He know I am lying?"
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Dr Bob Griffin
"Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!"