Ever since I was a little girl, we have prayed a certain prayer before dinner — “Come Lord Jesus, Be Our Guest. That to us, our food be blessed. Amen.” It appears to me, that this is a variation on another prayer: Come Lord Jesus, be our guest,and let these gifts to us be blessed. Perhaps that was what it was supposed to be, but that was never how we said it. And, then about 14 years ago, after my paternal grandfather passed away, my dad then began adding the prayer he always said at meal times to the end. (We would all say the first part together and then Dad would say the last part alone.)
A few years ago — around when Noah was three or four, he began saying the entire dinner prayer by himself. And, though we corrected him many times and tried to help him, his version always went, “Come Lord Jesus, Be our guest. That to us, awfully blessed. Amen.”
And, then it got to the point when I realized that every time he said “awfully blessed,” it made me smile. It reminded me — YES! We are awfully blessed. After that point, I didn’t really ever try to correct him again. I decided to just embrace that we need to count our blessings. We need to appreciate them and thank God for His grace and mercy. We need to take time to realize that we are, indeed, awfully blessed.
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