My dad came to drop something off at work yesterday. Since I was about to take lunch, I asked him if he wanted to go eat with me. It struck me that inviting my dad out for lunch is a lot like prayer: He was totally excited to spend time with me; there was absolutely no question that he was paying the bill; all I had to do was ask, be blessed, and enjoy hanging out with my dad. A good time was had by all.
Just a thought, and now goodnight.