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Five Minute Fridays

I follow several blogs, but there are only a handful I read daily including Rainmakers and Stormchasers, http://www.jennyrain.com/. Jenny has a blog friend who does Five Minute Fridays where you write on a given topic for five minutes, post your writing unedited, and encourage others to do the same. Today’s topic was 'Remember'.
Here's my unedited five minutes on 'Remember'...(What did you do on your lunch break?)....

Remember... 
I remember those times… with family and friends…

Those long seemingly endless summer days at Memaw’s with my sister, brother, and cousins…I remember waiting on mom to come in for lunch…And those special days when Aunt Barb came too…Oh the days we spent at Aunt Barb’s…I remember loving…

Then, there were those mornings before school where we all gathered around the breakfast table…Memaw always prepared a feast…we would argue over who’s turn it was to say the pray…but I remember all the other conversations were so good…I remember getting on the school bus and my deep thought process…it was a short bus ride we had… we rode down my grandmothers rode and back….through one little neighborhood…and for a few years a second neighborhood…never more than fifteen or twenty minutes...then it was to the school…oh, school...

 I remember the bus ride to school wasn’t long but it gave me the time I needed to think and prepare and analyze how the days before had been…how today would go… looking back now it seems like a different world…and in some ways I guess it was. I remember never being too sure of myself…trying to think of ways to be myself but still feel like I belong…looking back now I know that I definitely belonged and fit in more than I realized…but you see what I remember most was that even then there was nothing like Memaw’s breakfast table…because more than any other place I definitely remember that at Memaw's I felt like I belonged.

After reading my Five Minute Fridays the best thought came to me. You know what table will be even better than my Memaw's? The Lord's Table...How great will it be to sit with Jesus? I think of all the joy I have when sitting and visiting with my family and friends...and to think it gets better than that! Amazing! The greatest part is that feeling of belonging that we all seek through out our life...the feeling I couldn't quite fill on my own as a little girl at school but always felt at Memaw's...the best place to go and not only feel complete but become completely, new and whole is with the Lord. He is calling you! Won't you come and dine at our Master's table?  

Comments

  1. Stopping by from Gypsy Mama's blog today. I enjoyed reading your post. What a special thing to get to be at your Memaw's table that much. I saw my grandmothers just a handful of times when I was growing up. I appreciate your paragraph about dining in heaven someday. I can hardly wait!!!

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  2. I love how a Table can bring people together, and what a great picture you paint of your childhood. Your comments about the Lord's table are a good reminder of what is to come. visiting from Gypsy Mama's blog.

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  3. come and dine the Master calleth, come and dine!

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