I remember fondly those times at holidays when we sat at the table together and how weird it felt because it wasn't normal, but then also, how wonderful. I remember some nights when my dad was sitting at the table drinking coffee and I would come and sit down and we would talk about God. I remember staring down at the grooves in the table as he spoke and thinking upon them brings tears to my eyes. Tears because thinking of the grooves in that table brings back those close times - at that table talking with my dad. I remember when my parents got rid of that table a few years ago and how sad I was to hear it. They didn't understand my attachment to it and what it meant to me. I missed those times at the table. I missed the togetherness of our family that was so hastily replaced by Hollywood. I vowed to not let my family have the same fate. Enter in.....our family table:
We fellowship together as a family at this table. There is togetherness here. There is love here. There are deep talks and funny stories shared here. This is where I teach my daughter God's Word and eventually my son. This is where I school my children in the things they must know. This is where we show hospitality to our friends. This is what I want my table to mean to my children - for them to remember the good times that we spent together! This is what our table means to us.
