Sarah and I are in the kitchen. She's making cookies. I'm washing dishes. She puts the butter in the microwave to soften.
Me: You'll probably have to leave it in a little longer than you usually do, because I just took the butter out of the freezer a few minutes ago.
S: How long should I set it for? 40 seconds?
M: (turning back to the sink) Check it at 40.
S: What? Ask the Lord? Ok...
[folds her hands, closes her eyes, says, "Lord, how long should I cook the butter?", nods, opens her eyes and tells me, "He said 45."]
M: I didn't say to ask the Lord; I said to check it at 40.
S: Oh! Well anyway, it's always good to ask the Lord, right?
M: Absolutely. If He said 45, do 45.
[45 seconds later...]
S: It's perfect! Jesus really knows his baking!
Then she whipped out this song: