Ya, I’m one of those who says Grace.
In the cafeteria.
In a fancy restaurant.
And when I’m eating food alone.
To be honest with you, it’s always been a struggle for me to make it more than just something I rush through. I’ve tried to remember I’m talking to God when I rattle off “Dear Jesus, thank you for this food, Amen”. For a long time I’ve tried, rather unsuccessfully. Until just the other day….
There I stood, cart and I, far isle of Super Supplements. I had reached out to a number of fitness guru’s, asking their best advice on how to get well. A friend had told me about a product. There it was. I stood before it, silent but shouting a prayer out to God. “God, do I buy this stuff? Do you hear me? I need your help. You know if You don’t act, I’ll have another anaphylactic reaction. You know I can hardly eat a thing already, and now it’s reactions to grains, nuts, nightshades. Please, I’m down to greens and berries… had an anaphylactic to bone broth. God, don’t let this collagen cause a reaction.” As I stood there shaking and shouting in the silence, Peace showed up. And I knew. Almighty God, He is the only one who can make what I put in my mouth a blessing to me. With peace about it, I placed the product in my cart and headed for check out.
The Blessing, for me, has always been about thanking God for the food I eat. Thankfulness is good. I guess I just missed the part about the prayer being a request, asking God to bless what I’m eating. I realize this idea might be taken too far. “Lord, bless this Mega Big Gulp Red Bull and Onion Rings to the nourishment of my body.” On the other hand, some of us react to cashews and oatmeal. Prayers aren’t magic words that give us what we want. Prayers are heart cries. Laying out the case before God who already knows about the reactivity in a body, and knows what might help.
… asking God for what I don’t have
… asking for what I can’t get
… asking for what I don’t necessarily deserve
… asking for what I don’t know how to fix.
I’ll continue to eat my spinach, cabbage, my blueberries and collagen. I am fully aware I might become allergic to these at any time. And I ask that God’s Grace might alter the contents of every bite, making what I take in a blessing to my body. It’s no chore, to Say Grace. It’s life.
Bless the Lord, O my soul, And all that is within me, bless his holy name.
Bless the Lord, O my soul, And forget not all his benefits.
Blessed be God, eternal king, for these and all his good gifts to us.
Psalms 103: 1,2