One night, a mother was walking past her young daughter’s room when she saw the little girl kneeling by her bed, head bowed, hands folded, reciting the alphabet.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?” the mother asked.
“I’m saying my prayers, Mommy,” replied the little girl, “but I couldn’t think of what I wanted to say, so I’m saying the letters of the alphabet, and God can put them together whichever way He feels is best.”