My friend Steve Simon from El Paso sent me the following, not knowing what had happened to my own grandson. I thought it was so appropriate, though, in how we pray to God but are never really satisfied as we do not know God's greater plan.
A Jewish grandmother took her grandson to the beach on a sunny day. He was playing in the water, she was standing on the shore not wanting to get her feet wet. All of a sudden, a huge wave appears from out of nowhere and crashes directly onto the spot where her grandson was wading. The water recedes and the boy is no longer there. He had been swept away. The grandma holds her hands to the sky, screams and cries: Lord, my GOD, how could you? Haven't I been a wonderful grandmother? Haven't I been a wonderful mother? Haven't I kept a kosher home? Haven't I given to charity? Haven't I lit candles every Friday night? Haven't I tried my very best to live a life that you would be proud of?
A voice booms from the sky, "Oh, all right already!"A moment later another huge wave appears out of nowhere and crashes on the beach. As the water recedes, the boy is standing there. He is smiling and splashing around as if nothing had ever happened.
The voice booms again. "I have returned your grandson. Are you satisfied?"
She responds, "He had a hat."
Orion has certainly been returned to us so, Thank you God for that. When he is back walking and talking fine, I'll know God made sure he came back with his hat on!
