Prayers

Before we eat dinner each night, we always stop to say Grace together. But tonight, Erin was hysterically screaming because Dan had taken away the fork that she was using to throw spaghetti sauce at the walls. So we said prayers a bit more loudly than usual, trying to hear ourselves over the din Erin was causing.

She was still screeching a minute later when we picked up our forks and started eating. Beth yelled over the noise, "There is NO WAY that God heard that prayer. All he heard was a screaming baby in this house. I don't think that Grace counted, do you?"

I think He heard us, Beth. In fact, I know He did.