Touché

At church this evening there was a man with a patch on his eye.  It had obviously been injured recently.  This is the conversation that Daughter #2 and I had:

Daughter #2: Tonight I’m going to pray for that man with the patch on his eye.  I don’t know his name, but I’ll just pray for “the man with the patch on his eye.”

Owen: I’m pretty sure God will know who you’re talking about.  He kinda knows a lot of things.

Daughter #2: Not “kinda.”  He KNOWS a lot of things.

Touché.