Sunday, April 3, 2022

Dear God,

Tables, the preacher talked about tables this morning.  Oh, how pictures of tables formed in my mind!  My grandmother's table, my mother's table, my own tables, the tables of my churches and the tables on retreat.  The word, table, alone brings sublime joy to my soul.

The faith-forming table was my grandmother's table.  Everyone was welcomed at her table.  No one was turned away.  Love rested on that table on every dish and glass and silver.  The farm fare in each bowl, plate and platter fed the soul as well as the belly.  There was magic and mystery and healing at that table and when we were full to overflowing, we scooted our chair back, stood up and walked away full of everything we needed when we came.  And although my grandmother has been gone for nearly 40 years, I still remember her table, the dining room as well as the kitchen table.  Even now all these years later, I am full.

Holy God,

thank you

for bringing

Grandma's table

to me today.

Thank you

for faith

that was made

at her table.

Thank you too

for all

the love

that was served.

Love, Andrea