One morning an 8-year old prayed, “We thank You God, for this beautiful day and for our food.”It was one of those gloomy, foggy, California days when they could not see the sun, and the mother presumed the prayer was said out of habit.
She asked the boy what he meant by thanking God for a beautiful day when the weather was anything but beautiful.With a spiritual grasp that astonished his parents, he answered, “Mother, never judge a day by its weather.
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