I can’t say that we say “grace” before every meal – at least not where Corn Flakes are concerned. And most meals that come in a bag from a drive-thru window probably don’t get “blessed” either. Perhaps they should.
But I can say that every evening, when our family gathers for dinner, we say “grace.” Like many families, we pause to give thanks for God’s goodness. And we ask His blessing.
About a week or so ago, my middle child sweetly asked if she could have the honors. Of my three kids, Brynn is the quiet one. Generally speaking, she’d rather let someone else do the “talking.” So I was tickled when she actually wanted to say a prayer before dinner.
With great solemnity, she folded her small hands and asked in her most serious voice . . .
“Dear God, please help Mom’s chili to taste good. Amen.”
Well, I guess there’s no hiding the fact that I’m not exactly known for my stove-top skills.
Denise J. Hughes 
When I read the rest of this post over at Titus, I laughed out loud.
That is sooo Brynn.
You don't give yourself enough credit at the stove-top.
Hahaha! My boys and husband actually rated mine during their teen years…wow! I still smart from that one! This was cute!!