Sunday, July 14, 2024

Dear God,

Today I am thinking about tables, tables where I belonged, tables I was invited to and tables far away.  I remember my grandmother's dining room table.  As a large family, we sat at that big table where we prayed, shared our lives, teased one another, laughed together and played cards.  Everyone was welcome at Grandma's table.  

As a teenager we sat together at the Harvest Table in our family home.  We played games there, invited special people to join us for a meal and sorted out things for my mother's sorority.  It was a beautiful table that Mom loved.

For the last two decades I have spent much time at my old sewing table.  I have sewed quilts, potholders, Christmas bags, pajama pants and coasters.  Although the table is a $5 table I bought from the church when they were purchasing new ones, I love sitting at that creating table where I made gifts for family, friends and strangers.

And then there are the various tables where I sat in my hermitage, at a campground, a peace center, in Africa, Europe and America on trips and at church where I worshipped.  Every table in their own way was very special and I always sensed it was a table where you were present.

Blessed are

the tables

where you sit,

O God.

Thank you

for inviting us 

to your table.

Thank you

for every table

where everyone

is welcome.

Yours, Andrea