this is what I love most about Thanksgiving:
listening to my grandmother’s prayer before we eat.
holding hands around the kitchen island
(Mom, Dad, Sister, Auntie, Granny, myself, dog laying on the floor next to us)
and waiting for blessing.
my grandmother prays, requesting, asking with humility.
both are intertwined like our fingers, our hands.
we ask for Grace because we need it,
knowing we cannot do anything for ourselves.
her prayers taught me how to pray—
with gratitude, with rememberance, with reflective thanks.
“for the nourishment of our bodies and for Christ’s sake we praise you”—
this is the constant mantra,
the consistent ending that closes and seals her requests to Him.
one day I hope to mirror the same prayer
among my own grandchildren.
Praise the Lord.
Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;
his love endures forever.