In our home, we say table grace at meals. We randomly take turns offering the prayer with no set rotation. And tonight, my son wanted to say it. He offered this beautiful prayer at dinner:
"Now I know my soul.
When I wake up in the morning,
I can't wait to be alive.
God bless this food,
God bless this family.
After grace, he ate a few bites and said, "I don't know if I will remember the prayer that I just said. But I hope that I do remember." Then, he smiled what I call his 'little angel smile' and the joy I had felt during his prayer continued to expand to every part of my being.
Often, he is the one who helps us to remember to say grace at meals. I think he enjoys those brief moments of bonding with our family, friends, and the Divine.
Along with giving thanks for our food, he frequently throws in a special reference to a recent event or an item or a person, but I especially love the simple gift of divine understanding he offered up tonight. And I decided to share it with you.