The family table is a big deal in our house. We sit for hours sometimes; going from preparing a meal, to enjoying the meal, to clean-up, to dessert, to games afterwards. I love it when the house is filled with people; and laughter! And it gets loud too!
Bill and I have been married for 30 years now; our kids are grown. But we still seem to have those “family table times.” When we set a time and date for a family table, everyone RSVP’s like its a special event… even if it’s just pizza…
Bill and I pastor a church (did I tell you that?) We have worked as a team since 1980…. He’s now a doctoral student (soon to graduate — that’s been a journey all its own). I help with worship, and work as a family counselor. We’ve enjoyed this journey….
This blog is to written to invite you to our family table. During the years our children were in development, our family table was the place where the issues of living would surface. The girls would ask a question. Their friends would ask a question. We would answer. Discussion would continue, many times with laughter and discovery. Sometimes, a conflict would occur during their day, and we would sort it out together — at the table — working through pain to find healing, growth and personal identity.
Over the years, I have learned that lessons and healing happen around the table. Additionally, something spiritual always enters the mix when we connect over food. This kind of bonding has to have been God’s idea.
As a counselor, I have discovered that the concept of a family table is foreign in many homes. If that has been in the case in your own life, please — allow me to invite you to this one.
Of late, now in my fifties, I’ve been looking back on the pathway Abba Father has been leading me on since I was three. And, in the midst of learning lessons about life, about relationships, about God, about myself and others….. I want to invite you to the table. Come and share these lessons with me.
If you would like to, please feel invited to add your own responses. Let’s connect and make the journey! Blessings!
Thanks for reading!
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Ah, yes! The family table. I have a 12-year-old son who would often rather be playing with his friends than sitting at the table for dinner. It's a battle. Because I don't think right now he sees the value of a family table.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this encouragement to persevere!