Huff Post: by Rick Hamlin.
The world is full of heartache, sorrow, disasters, anxiety, tragedies in-the-making, bad news both big and small. I believe in being informed. I’m just as happy as anyone to log on to one news site after another, but if it starts pulling me down, if it makes me angrier than it has any right to, I do just what he did. I give it back to God.
Then I look for someone to bless. Because I was blessed night after night.
My father’s rambling graces were famous in the neighborhood. Whenever one of us invited a friend over for dinner we usually warned them, “Dad always starts dinner with a prayer. Just bow your head and wait. It could go on for a while.”
Dad came in from his commute on the freeway, kissed Mom, hung up his jacket, poured himself a drink, then we converged to the dinner table from different parts of the house. We scraped our chairs on the linoleum floor, closed our eyes and listened to Dad. “Let us reflect on the day,” he began.