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Table

A chance to talk,
A chance to discover,
A chance to discuss this walk together.

A table is one of the most sacred places to me…
It was over the table at Memaw’s that I learned love, fellowship, and more than any other thing - grace.
It was at my mom’s table where homework, school projects, and family dinners took place.
It was at the communion table where I was truly taught what sacrifices Christ made for me.

Less than a week ago my husband and I decided we need to get back to our dining table.
I was pleasantly surprised by my husband’s suggestion, and then I was utterly shocked to realize how long it had been since we had been there together.

Time at the table feeds your soul like few other spaces can.
I believe it really helps you, prepares you for all of life’s weather.
As we make an effort to go back to our table together, I pray the Holy Spirit will join us when we gather there.

My most favorite time is at the table in fellowship with Christ and others.

I wrote this post as part of a Five Minute Friday link up

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