Growing up, when dinner was called, we all quickly washed our hands and gathered around the table. There were 8 of us and we had assigned seats. My parents at either end, the 3 older ones on one side, the 3 younger ones on the other. We didn’t mind, it was routine. Once at the table, we would pray, giving thanks for the bounty, the hands that prepared the meal for 8, and asked the Lord’s blessing on the meal and the nourishment it provided. Plates were passed, laughter was present, fellowship occurred. I sit at a table for 2 now, occasionally spilling over to 4, 6, 10 depending on the crowd. I get the same pleasure today as I did back then. Prayer, food, fellowship.
The food we eat provides nourishment and comfort, brings enjoyment. I am sitting at the dining table now, but rather than eating food, I am reading and studying God’s word. It is providing nourishment and comfort for my soul, gives me peace and joy. His word steadies my heart, fills my soul. I am taking time to dine with God. I pray, intake the food of His word, and fellowship with my Savior and Lord.
John 6:51 “I am the living bread that came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever. And the bread that I will give for the life of the world is my flesh.”
I remember eating at your House when I was younger!!! So much fun!! Sorry I missed seeing you while you were here