Little Johnny had been misbehaving and was sent to his room.
After a while he emerged and informed his mother that he had thought it over and had said a prayer.
“Great!,” said the pleased mother. “If you ask God to help you not misbehave, He will help you.”
“Oh, I didn’t ask Him to help me not misbehave,” said Johnny. “I asked Him to help you put up with me.”
- what kind of prayers are you saying?
