Thursday, April 9, 2020

Dear God,

Not a traditional Maundy Thursday, yet, an inspiring and meaningful one at our own kitchen table.  Among shrimp and cocktail sauce we were eating for supper, we watched a brief sermon and communion service at the table of a pastor at St. Luke's.  My husband jumped up and grabbed some bread and a small bottle of cranberry juice.  There at the table where my sewing machine sat from making face masks for health care professionals, we ate the Eucharist.  You were at our kitchen table.

Thank you,
Blessed Lord,
for the gift
of your
living presence today
at my
kitchen table.
How holy
it is.
How good
you are.

Love, Andrea