We don’t have to have all the right answers or know all the theological terms. We can simply share our story as an invitation for others to “Come and see.”

God did not call us to a life of constantly doing the will of others. We are called to do His will and live in the gifts He has given us - with purpose and for His glory.

We must embrace our inability and lean on His supremacy. Showing up with empty hands and an admission of insufficiency creates an empty canvas that God can fill with things we never imagined.

Feeling loved helped me branch out and be courageous. I think a lot of people misinterpret the Bible where it says “Do not be afraid”, but it says that because we are to remember that God is with us wherever we go and will comfort us.

By releasing my own agenda, I made room for God’s divine plan for my life. I am no longer afraid of the unknown. Instead, I can face tomorrow with confidence, as I put my trust in the One who holds my future.

In the grief stage, God slowly begins to heal our broken hearts. He bandages our wounds, protecting us from further infection. He gives us grief as a gift. It creates a space in which healing will eventually occur.

When we pray big scary prayers, we acknowledge our own weaknesses and shortcomings. We submit our will to His. When we align our will to his, we can ask God anything and he will hear us.

Yet I am certain that God’s goodness is there for the faithful ones who want to see it. So I let my children whine and question and then remind them that we go not for ourselves, but to see and remember the goodness of God in our lives.

We often wait until things are spinning out of control before we will sit long enough to bravely process our pain. But healing needs to happen at the heart of the wound for us to find freedom.

I am convinced now more than ever that tables are places of grace, sacred spaces of sustenance that infuse us with life, and make hospitality a faithful practice.