Prayer

As she sat there with the tiny glass in one hand and thumbing the tiny cracker in her other hand she couldnt help but notice how beautifly the pianst filled up the santuary with the notes she was playing.She beguan to realize how everyone seemed to be in deep prayer.She never really prayed when taking communion, but she decided what the heck. "thank you Father," she thought to herself, "for the weather and the kids I got to teach today...and...for the beautiful music..." why did every prayer always have to sound so minmual to her? As she tried to keep prayin her mind begaun to wander, to remnise.
As she ran down the stairs the cold musty air of the basement greeted her, as it did every sunday. Something that wasnt welcomed, as she always seemd to get goosebumps.
"honey get the juice and bread out" her grandmother commanded.
She opened the fridge and pulled out a glass jar full of grape juice. Then opened the freezer and pulled out a small butter dish full of pie crust squares. Dorthey always made pie crust the day before for communion.
As she finished up dividing up the pie squares into the plates, she wiped flourey hands on her clean sunday gown. "Oh dont do that!" her grandmother scolded.
She always liked helping Gram get ready for communion. She felt a great importance in helping in such a task.
As they brought the sacrments upstairs they placed them on the table Gram showed her just how to unfold and fold the top cloth.
"thank you so much for being my helper" her grandmother exclaims as she gives her a smile of admiration.
As the now grown girl gets ready to take communion she cant help but wonder what happened to her prayer....