Saying a Grace for Gratitude

Saying a Grace Growing up, a grace we said before a meal was “For that which we are about to receive, make us truly grateful.” Of course, that seemed simple enough when I knew a plate of tasty food followed.
Releasing what was never mine to control; Embracing what is mine to enjoy.
Saying a Grace Growing up, a grace we said before a meal was “For that which we are about to receive, make us truly grateful.” Of course, that seemed simple enough when I knew a plate of tasty food followed.
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