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How an ordinary table shapes the home, the home shapes the family, and families shape the world Our son’s birthday, around the table The Table Was Never Just a Table There is a reason the Bible begins and ends with a meal. It opens in a garden where God gives food and fellowship, and it ends with a feast that is called the marriage supper of the Lamb. Between Genesis and Revelation, we see a scene repeated over and over: the table. Reading Exodus recently, the biggest aha mom

The ordinary moments around your table are building something that will last This is what an ordinary Thursday looks like. The pans were piled high in the sink, and the candles were burning low, but nobody was in a hurry to move. I looked around at the people still sitting there and thought, "This is it. This is exactly it. This was not a milestone event or a perfectly planned evening. It was just an ordinary Thursday that turned into something I did not want to end. Over the

What happens when faith becomes more than religion Clouds lifting over the North Carolina mountains after the rain. Faith often grows quietly before it grows visibly. What is faith? Hebrews 11 tells us that “faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” Then the chapter unfolds story after story of men and women who moved forward without seeing the outcome because they trusted God. By faith, Noah built an ark before rain had ever fallen. Abr

Why what you are stewarding right now shapes the life around your table Most women do not question if they are busy. They quietly question if what they are doing matters. You do not always realize when a season is shaping you for what comes next. Upon becoming an empty nester, I had a defining moment in my life. I had to decide what the next chapter would be. I knew God was not finished with me just because my child was no longer under our roof. I sat down and began to write

How the table shapes what we believe and who we become Sometimes you can feel it before you can name it. You don’t always notice the moment something shifts. Our son started playing football in third grade, and midway through the season something shifted. He started hesitating at the snap. He was slower on his feet. What changed, we wondered? He had been playing so well up until now. Then it dawned on us. He was now the one carrying the ball. All eyes were on him. He was the