But I can say that every evening, when our family gathers for dinner, we say "grace." Like many families, we pause to give thanks for God's goodness. And we ask His blessing.
About a week or so ago, my middle child sweetly asked if she could have the honors. Of my three kids, Brynn is the quiet one. Generally speaking, she'd rather let someone else do the "talking." So I was tickled when she actually wanted to say a prayer before dinner.
With great solemnity, she folded her small hands and asked in her most serious voice . . .
"Dear God, please help Mom's chili to taste good. Amen."
Well, I guess there's no hiding the fact that I'm not exactly known for my stove-top skills.
At my house, saying "grace" is more like an opportunity to give me grace. Lord knows I need it. Especially when it comes to cooking.
It makes me wonder. How often do we "say grace" to one another? In the little things. The inconsequential things. Extending grace - to people. Giving thanks - for people.
I think I need to practice "saying grace" throughout my day. Intentional grace-saying.
The picture is from a painting by one of my favorite artists - Norman Rockwell.