At the Dinner Table

And if the time comes when I can no longer sit at our dinner table or wash the dishes at our sink—when it's my turn to build my own home—I know I will miss it.
And if the time comes when I can no longer sit at our dinner table or wash the dishes at our sink—when it's my turn to build my own home—I know I will miss it.
What if missing the world means gaining more of His Word, knowing His desires and heart, and slowly discovering more of who He is? What if, by missing the world and letting go of all the hopes we have for it, we find perfect fulfillment in knowing that we have Christ and that we are forgiven? What if missing the world means forgetting the fleeting happiness it offers, and instead desiring holiness and sanctification?
On my way home, I saw a boy getting drenched in the rain as he rescued a little cat. I smiled. Suddenly, I felt loved. It reminded me of how God does the same for us every day.
Some dreams fade, some stories end, and some loves burn away. There are days when you live with the haunting "what ifs"—what if they came to life? Would I be happier?
We are merely passing through—sojourners and pilgrims in this temporary world.
Even when the world fails, Your Word remains.
And in life, we also need a safe space—a haven, a refuge—when trials and struggles overwhelm us.
You’ll come to realize that your worth as a woman is not defined by the labels society assigns to you. It’s not determined by the size of your pants, your appearance, the white gown you wear as you walk down the aisle, the children you bear, or the success you achieve in your career.
But maybe the real path is to sit with them. Invite your traumas to the table, one by one. Trace their edges, talk to them softly, gently—little by little, day by day.
Pray and watch to see what God does next. Praying and watching. Taking a moment of stillness.