Last week, I decided to take my grandchildren out for a quiet dinner at a local family restaurant, hoping for a peaceful evening filled with simple conversation, laughter, and shared family time together.
The restaurant was calm, with soft background noise, the clinking of dishes, and families enjoying their meals. My grandchildren were unusually well-behaved, making the evening feel even more relaxed and enjoyable than expected.
Before our food arrived, my six-year-old grandson suddenly looked up at me with innocent eyes and politely asked if he could say grace before the meal, as he had seen at home.
My grandson folded his tiny hands together, closed his eyes tightly, and began his prayer in a soft but confident voice that carried both innocence and sincerity across our table.
He said, “God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food… and I would thank you even more if Grandpa gets us ice cream for dessert. And liberty and justice for all. Amen.”
