The Cordle Kid's Mealtime Prayer

(as taught to us by Dad's Aunt Ann)

Thank Thee Father for this Food,

And all the Blessings, Amen.

Several of the blogs I read participate in a joint expression of gratitude. If I were to list my blessings I would hardly know where to start. My life is blessed beyond imagination.

• I was born into a home where my parents loved one another and loved God. They blessed me with sisters and a brother.
• I was blessed with a wonderful Grandmother who fed us when we were hungry and provided a farm for us to explore. All my aunts and uncles were that "salt of the earth" type you read about in great books.
• I went to a small school in a small community and took piano lessons from a Welsh teacher who taught me to love music.
• We almost always had enough, never too much, but always enough.
• My parents made sure I learned to cook, clean, and take care of babies.
• I fell in love with and married a wonderful man who (after thirty-seven years) still thinks I am funny, smart, and pretty. Go figure.
• I had two terrific kids who were so great it made me look like a good mom. They married two terrific people who are very tolerant of me.
• I got to work in a church with families of young children for twenty-five years and I had people fooled that I was smart and stuff.
• I live in a great house with a green yard and I even have a deck!
• I have six unbelievably wonderful grandchildren who I adore.
• I love God and He loves me.
• Boy, oh boy! I got it all!
• Undeserving? You bet! Blessed and saved by Grace? Absolutely!