Dry, desolate, desperate, parched, alone…Endless dunes of hopelessness, lostness, brokenness fill my empty heart and I weep. I find myself once again in that dark place where there are mounds of sifting sand and everything is seemingly dull and lifeless…and I struggle.
I exist in a sea of women. Unheard, unseen, voiceless and I am lost. Lost in a myriad of demands, expectations, pressures and the need to be better than, stronger than, more creative than. Polished perfection. Will I ever be enough? I beg the voices in my head to STOP! “Please stop!!!” Voiceless, insignificant, unheard…yet again.
I wonder and I wait…and I remember. It has been a while since I have been at the table, and I miss it. It seems like a lifetime ago, I left home to find my first tiny place of my own. I had nothing really, just one each of the important things. One plate, fork, spoon, glass, mug, sleeping bag, and one beaten and weathered kitchen table with four chairs!!! Four, yes, count 4 chairs. The table was the place where friends gathered, life happened, disputes were resolved, relationships restored – the table was a place of invitation, of being filled and welcome. It was a place of no expectations other than to be…broken…
…and I wonder. When did I leave the table? When did I allow the pervasive darkness to fill the tiny spaces in my life and rob me of my place at the table?
[I enter] a new day…Diverse, eclectic, creative, beautiful, strong, gifted, broken women; each with her seat at The Table. Each one, as she is heard and embraces her place at His Table, invites me back to the Table with my broken pieces as a sacred offering to Him. The damn breaks and the tears flow; tears of grace, healing, belonging and acceptance. Hope is rekindled as I congregate at the table of sisterhood with Jesus.
Jesus extends His invitation to The Table: to engage, to belong, to be seen by The One who loves me and longs for my wholeness. He calls me beloved. He does not ask of me polished perfection, He simply extends an invitation…“Come to me.”
Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.” Matthew 11:28-30 New Living Translation
Are you weary? Are the broken pieces breaking you down? Do you feel incomplete, unwanted, unloved, unseen, unheard, voiceless? Beloved, His invitation to “Come” is for you – He has a place for you at His table. A place to be…broken – a place of bringing your broken pieces as a sacred offering to Christ our King.
Will you come to The Table? He is waiting for you.
The Table by Chris Tomlin: http://http://www.vevo.com/watch/chris-tomlin/the-table-(lyrics-chords)/USUV71402351