Our first table was from my parent’s basement and around it 4 folding chairs. It was just the two of us, learning this relationship called marriage and learning to eat my cooking (my first attempt at gravy turned into a ball). In our first week of marriage, we had already been dealt a life change diagnose of type 1 diabetes (insulin, needles, meal plans and many tears). Sitting across from each other, around that basement table a tradition began as my husband reached for my hand and together we gave thanks to the Lord for our provisions and grace.
A year later, I saw a glass octagon table that I had to have for our bigger apartment that we were now living in. The seat upholstery perfectly matched our cute home and we bought it on the payment plan. Soon, a baby was on her way and a bigger home was needed. In this home, the table now seated 2 parents and a beloved little girl in a high chair. Before each meal – my husband reached for my and our little gal’s hand and together we gave thanks to the Lord for our provisions and grace.
I soon discovered that a small child and a glass table were a constant struggle to keep clean. We welcomed our precious second daughter into our family. My husband’s parents drove his Grandparents’ table to us from Iowa. We now had a extra leaf to make our table bigger to included our parents along with our family of now 5 (another sweet girl completed our family) for meals, celebrations and conversations – and my husband reached for my hand and our families’ hands and together we gave thanks to the Lord for our provisions and grace.
This table made 2 more moves before landing in the home we built and was replaced with a larger oak table with 2 leaves that fold inside it. Often joining our table of 5 were our parents and many friends. Then the faces around our table started changing – college left empty seats as did our parent’s deaths. Those empty seats brought a loneliness to our table, hearts and many tears were shed – but through each change my husband reached for my hand and along with those who were there and together we gave thanks to the Lord for our provisions and grace.
Young man appeared around our table and soon became son-in-laws and not long after there were little ones around our table again. Our table now enlarges and shrinks on a regular basis – our family squeezes 12 around it now and will have to add extra tables and seats when the next little ones makes their appearance. The little ones are learning to wait until we all hold hands and give thanks before they start eating. There is much laughter, messes and conversations. But when they all leave, the table is made small and it is just the two of us again – my husband reached for my hand and together we gave thanks to the Lord for our provisions and grace.
The seasons of life change, but the Lord continues to provide for our daily needs of a home, food and most importantly – grace.