Grace, there are many definitions. It can be heard, seen and felt. My mom says grace before every meal.
I’ve heard it since I was a little kid before every meal—breakfast, lunch and dinner. We would sit down at the table—hands washed, shirts on, no hats—with nothing yet on our plates and mom would say, in her sweet little accent, “Who’s going to say the Grace?”
“Bless us, O Lord and these thy gifts, which…


Very beautiful article, Bobby. My prayers are with your mom and your family. and for little Kacey’s family too.
I meant to sign my name to the comment abover regarding the very beautiful article. Thanks again for the very elegant reminder. Nancy Gibson