My Family Prayer Time
My family aren’t always the most touchy-feely people in the world. It’s not that we don’t love each other, but in a house of four boys, you’re more likely to catch us punching than hugging.
I’m pretty sure there were times we punched the dog instead of petting it. Just got carried away, that’s all.
Whenever we get together, it’s a blast. Jokes are abounding. Stories being told. Laughter, etc. Then we gather for the meal, and naturally we want to start with a prayer beforehand. So we gather in a circle, appoint somebody to pray, and bow our heads.
Then it happens. We all pause, looking around at each other sheepishly, knowing that the hand holding is about to begin. Continue reading “My Family Prayer Time”


