“What about it?” I asked.
“Well, many of my prayers don’t get answered the way I have asked,” he responded.
“They don’t,” I chuckled, “There is a good reason for that. It’s like when you come to me with a request and I don’t allow it. You think it’s a good idea but I have a better plan for you.”
“I still don’t get it, Dad,” my son replied with frustration.
“Let me put it this way,” I stated, “Years ago I prayed long and hard for who I would someday marry. One day I finally met this wonderful lady named Martha and I began praying even harder that she would marry me.”
“But,” my son interrupted, “Mom’s name is Jennifer.”
“Exactly,” I said, “Had I married Martha you would not exist.”
“Wow,” my son exclaimed, “I’m beginning to understand. Thanks, Dad."