Saying grace

I haven’t been a particularly religious person, though I’ve always considered myself spiritual. But in the time I’ve spent with Father Ed
, I’ve really grown to appreciate the value – the power – of saying grace.

Its power comes first from the sweet small delay just short of satisfaction. Hunger suspended for just – one – more – second before it’s released.

Second, it focuses my attention on the food in front of me and the company around me. A little appreciation of both, when they’re so often taken for granted, makes me enjoy them all the more. Food tastes better, and my time with loved ones is more cherished. (Unfortunately, when I can’t be with them, like now, it makes it more painful.)