We gather around my table. Mamas. Sisters. Encouragers. Friends.
We're there with purpose. To support. To share. To be reached. To reach back.
The tea flows. And so does conversation. We pass a tray of fruit and of cake. Hearts go 'round, too, and we share precious things. Things that have been stored.
For times such as this.
We laugh. Stories unravel. Twine together. We listen, with our hearts, to each spoken word.
What's your favorite thing, someone whispers, about your sweet man?
And we look deep, share from inside out, and in the end, we know that flesh-and-blood blessing is very, very real.
Then then the fears come out, insecurities burried far. They're resurrected here, but this time in the light.
The enemy loses his power, to speak what is not true, because my friends will listen.
And they'll pray.
My boys tumble down the stairs, drinks before bed, then Lonny, too, and we know it's time.
Things are gathered, stories packed tight, hugs for all.
Back to life. Back to home. Back to the wonderful things
that are even sweeter
because they've been shared
'round my old table
with a circle of friends.
Carry each other's bursens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ. Galatians 6:2
Our mouths were filled with laughter, and our tongues with songs of joy. Then it was said among the nations "The Lord has done great things for them."
He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy. Job 8:21
A friend loves at all times and a brother is born for a time of adversity. Proverbs 17:17
Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful. Colossians 4:2