Little Johnny, aged five, Knelt by his bed, hands clasped.
"God please bless mummy and daddy nanny and grandad, and help me to be a good boy." That was Johnny's formal prayer, usally followed by a hurried "Amen" before he took a flying leap into bed. But this one evening he remained on his knees; and after a pause, continued. "Oh, and by the way God, a wheel came off my truck this morning, but I got it screwed back on again, so everything is fine, thanks Amen. You know what, This gave Johnny's mother a new thought of God, reminding her that He is intrested in every detail of our lives, our little troubles and our fleeting joys.........
But then are not the very hairs on our head numberd.
