The Prayer
Lord, I almost missed it.
I came into the kitchen at 5:30 to start dinner — Thursday, nothing special, just the usual scramble of what’s thawed and what’s close enough to a vegetable — and the table was already set.
Four places. Four forks, four napkins, four glasses right-side up. The salt and pepper shakers by Jake’s chair, where they always go, even though Jake’s chair has been empty for ten days.
Wyatt didn’t say anything. He was on the couch reading, feet tucked under Duke, like he’d been there all afternoon. But the table told on him. The napkins were folded, not just dropped. The forks were on the right side — wrong, technically, but that’s where he’s always put them and I’ve never corrected him because the effort matters more than the etiquette.
He came home from school, put his backpack by the door, and set the table. No one asked him. No one ever asks him. That’s the thing about Wyatt — he sees what needs doing and he does it, quiet as a prayer you don’t realize you’re saying.
I don’t know when he learned that. I’d like to say I taught him, but I think he just watches. Watches me start the coffee before Jake’s truck hits the driveway. Watches Jake split firewood before anyone mentions the cold. Watches and files it away somewhere in that quiet heart of his and then one Thursday after school, sets four places at a table where one chair will be empty.
Thank You for the son who notices. For hands that serve before they’re asked. For a boy who puts the salt by his father’s chair because that’s where it goes, even when his father isn’t here.
Teach me to see the way Wyatt sees. Not what’s missing from the table — but what’s already there.
Amen.
After the Amen
Wyatt was reading — a chapter book, no pictures, something about a kid on a boat — and he didn’t even look up when I said thank you. Just shrugged, the way Jake shrugs. Like it wasn’t a big deal. Like it’s never a big deal. — Maggie
This grace is part of our Daily Grace series — a small prayer for each day, written from our kitchen table. You can find all of them, along with the family prayers we say together, in The Whitaker Family Prayer Book.
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