This afternoon, we all sat down for lunch. I asked Son if he wanted to say the blessing this time. He was excited to give it a try. So, I tried to help him with some of the words. I started out, “Lord, thank you for our food.” Immediately after, I heard a perfect copy of what I had just said. The second line, “Please bless it to our bodies.” Again, he said it perfectly. Finally, “And bless the hands that prepared it.” His version, “Bless the hands that have to repair it.”
Apparently, I am not quite the gourmet chef I thought I was.
1 comment:
I am sure your cooking is not the need for repair. It is probably after Son throws it on the ground that it needs repair. Too funny.
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