Whose Table Are You Sitting At?


IMG_7223[2206]Okay… Wow! Can I just say God smacked me right in the face with a big ole dose of truth this morning? I’m talking about the sort of truth that just makes you sit there for a hot minute and say, “Huh?!?” And it just keeps running through my head. I keep hearing His words over and over… “Whose table are you sitting at?”

I’ll just tell you now, I was sitting at the WRONG table! I was sitting at a table where I was being fed things such as rejection, hurt, anger, bitterness, and I’m pretty certain envy was coming up for dessert. I was letting all these things feed my heart. I was listening to whispers and notions of, “you’re never going to be good enough”, “you don’t matter”, “you can’t do it”, “you don’t deserve anything better than this”, “they’re better than you”, “they’re smarter than you”, “they’re more talented than you”, “give up”, “just quit, that’s what you’re good at”, and honestly the list could go on and on and on…

Those are all lies by the way. Not one ounce of truth is in any of them. Except perhaps the quit one, I really do quit on a lot of things. But, all jokes aside, I think I quit at the things I wasn’t intended to pick up to begin with, they were just things that I thought might validate me in some way. But that validation is only temporary. It’s the typical acceptance of the world, it only lasts for so long and then you end up cast aside. In all reality, the problem most likely resides in the fact that you were trying to be something you’re not. You were trying too desperately to feel accepted rather than rejected and as a result, you were hiding some of the most beautiful and yet vulnerable parts about you. (You know, the ones you’re afraid someone isn’t going to love…)

Thankfully, I know of another table. At that table the most wonderfully fragrant dishes are being served. I’m talking the kind that make your stomach growl when you didn’t even realize that you were hungry. Things such as love, grace, mercy, acceptance, and for dessert, forgiveness. There I hear promises that say, “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness” (Jeremiah 31:3). “But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you…” (2 Corinthians 12:9). “The Lord is good to all, and his mercy is over all that he has made” (Psalm 145:9). “…Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine” (Isaiah 43:1). “For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Romans 8:38-39).

After hearing God ask me at which table I sat, I began to ponder the dishes being served. What had I been feeding my soul? I’m going to venture a guess here and say that all those things being served at the world’s table probably taste very similar to the way my son’s basketball socks smell. If I were really sitting at a table where everything smelled sour, bitter, and of decay (yes, his socks really are that bad) then I don’t think I would even excuse myself before I got up and left. I’d just quietly take my leave and go. On the other hand, if I were sitting at a table where everything smelled delectable, savory, sweet, and just completely aromatic… Well, I’m probably going to hope I have my stretchy pants on because this girl does love to eat good food. I’m going to want to savor every single bite and just enjoy the absolute joy of the delicious smells and bursting flavors. In other words, I’m not leaving that table. I may even take a nap sitting there just so I’m right there when the next meal shows up.

As humans, we are all hungry for love and acceptance. Where we choose to feed that need determines a whole lot more than just who we are sitting beside at the table. It also means choosing whether we are sitting at table where the food is bountiful, good to the taste as well as good for us, and more filling than anything we can imagine. Or choosing a table where the meals are scant, bitter, and leaves us constantly desiring something better. I personally, think I prefer eating at a table where the food is to die for and never runs out…

3 thoughts on “Whose Table Are You Sitting At?”

  1. This just broke my heart and opened my eyes. My soul is really tired lately and this answered my question why, I am hungry for the things I need and so full of unhealthy stuff. I am sitting at the wrong table. Thank you so much.

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    1. You’re not alone. Sadly, so many of us sit at the wrong table every day. But there is another table, and the invitation to sit and eat at it will always exist. We only have to chose to sit there. ❤️


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