Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day he asked God:
**They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?
**Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you.
**But tell me, here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy.
**Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be happy.
**And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that men talk?
**Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.
**And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?
**Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.
**I've heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?
**Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life.
**But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.
**Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you.
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard, and the child in a hurry asked softly:
**Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name.
**Your angel's name is of no importance, you will call your angel: Mommy!
Weighing a Prayer There is a story of a grocery store owner who tried to weigh a prayer. A tired-looking woman came into the store and asked for enough food to make a dinner for her children. The grocer asked her how much she could spend. The frail woman answered, "I have nothing to offer but a little prayer." The storekeeper was not very sentimental nor religious, so he said, half-mockingly, "Write it on paper, and I'll weigh it." So she did. The grocer placed the prayer on the weight side of his old-fashioned scales. Then he began piling food on the other side; but to his amazement, the scale would not go down. He finally became flustered and gave the woman a large bag of food. The grocer never saw the woman again, but he treasures the slip of paper upon which the woman's prayer had been written; "Please, Lord, give us this day our daily bread." - Author Unknown
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