This morning at the breakfast table the kids and I held hands and prayed over our oatmeal like we do every morning.
Elijah and I are talking a lot about being thankful these days. We're memorizing verses, making lists of things we're thankful for, and writing letters to people that we're blessed by. I've been really intentional about expressing gratitude and being aware of all we've been given.
So, this morning when I thanked God for our food I looked at my kids innocent faces and was overwhelmed by the fact that they've never known hunger. They don't even know that some people don't have food. They don't know what real hunger feels like, actually, I really don't either. I've never gone without. I've never known the feeling of not having enough food for my children.
It's not cause of anything I've done. It's all God's mercy. His grace being poured out on us completely undeserved. I pray this will be more than a fleeting thought, but an awareness that stays with me and is impressed on my children.