the table

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we come each week to the table.
hoping to be met with bounty.
to turn in our empty plates and hunger … and come out full.

everyone comes with her own posture.  some of us have elbows on the table, leaning in for more.  some sit, heads down in disbelief that they belong.  and some sit back with arms folded, struggling to even reach out and offer their empty plates.
in our soul-hungry and messy state… we come.

we all want something.

we all desperately want to believe that there is enough to go around.

enough forgiveness,
enough grace,
enough provision,
enough healing… and enough redemption.   and hope.
we want hope for better days and to believe the utter brokenness of our stories isn’t the truest part of who we are or the final chapter.  sometimes we have to hope for each other when wholeness feels hidden and far away.  and we remind each other Jesus is at work…always.

we look at each other across the table.  sometimes through tears.

tears of break through.   tears of break down.

and there is always freedom to let each other’s tears fall.
hot and brimming from grateful eyes.  eyes that feel seen and also see.  we keep coming back because feeling seen reminds us that the fight is worth it.
the trials and trouble of our lives are not the truest thing in this life…there is more.
Jesus promised.   heaven is coming .   the table of the Father awaits.

the Great Feast.

and we are invited, wanted and belong there!!
and the table is set for us with unimaginable bounty.

so we live now with a foretaste of what is promised.  with our blurred vision and hearts that ache for the bigger story that exists beyond what can be seen.

always needing to remember that beauty exists behind the chaos.  and that beyond the dark, dusty and war-torn parts of who we are ,there will come a time to rest and be filled.  and be whole.  eternity.  home.
a place of no more tears.  where we truly belong.

He is there waiting and preparing the Feast.

sometimes we just need reminding.

And the Lord of hosts will prepare a lavish banquet for all peoples on this mountain; A banquet of aged wine, choice pieces with marrow, and refined aged wine. And on this mountain He will swallow up the covering which is over all peoples, Even the veil which is stretched over all nations. He will swallow up death for all time.  And the Lord God will wipe tears away from all faces.                   Isaiah 25:6-8

 

 

for all those beautiful souls who come to the table with me and really see me… i am beyond grateful and humbled to journey with you.  thank you for the freedom to bring my messy , confused and hungry soul each time….and for reminding me that my ache is for something other than this world.
xxoo jamie

 

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