God is great. God is Good and we thank him for this food.
Said over corn flakes and PB&J, hot dogs and mac and cheese, those words, or words very similar, were repeated day after day by toothless little ones, hands folded eyes closed and then darting to see who else was looking.
And we THANK HIM for this food. No matter how ordinary or special, how scarce or abundant, before we ate we gave thanks. A meal - usually around the family table - started with appreciation for the sun and the rain, the toil and the soil, the planting and the harvest. How joyful to give thanks. How humbling, how centering, how right.
Tonight, without bowed heads or folded hands, Nick gave thanks at the table. In front of us was a "cleansing " meal that she had prepared. When she finished her simple, heartfelt prayer, I lifted the plate of food to my nostrils. Tangy rich aromas brought me to a halt. The smell was astonishing. The combination of a simple squash, a few tomatoes, a bit of cilantro and a touch of garlic and I was spiraling into joy.
How right that we should give thanks for such riches. Thank you Nick for remembering that it starts with gratitude.
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