I have to admit, I was a brat. Now, I’m not so much of a brat as I am awestruck by the realization that my mother allowed me to survive into adulthood. I’m convinced she paid her purgatorial debt on earth by raising me. She had her hands full!
I stumbled on this prayer today, and I remembered it from my childhood. I was “forced” to lead the grace when we ate, at times. I thought of my brathood, I mean, my childhood, and I have to smile.
I feel a bit younger when I slip into the sing song of leading this grace when I didin’t want to when we ate. My mother’s name was Grayce. I’m sure the Blessed Mother poured down the graces she needed to raise me.
“Thank You for the World so Sweet.
Thank You for the food we eat.
Thank You for the birds that sing.
Thank You, God, for everything.”
“Jesus said, “Let the children come to me, and do not hinder them; for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.”