Our kitchen table is a central part of our family, serving more than just meals with its purpose. Guests are honored here. Parenting occurs here. Friends connect over coffee here. Family members intertwine and enfold here. Homework is learned, bills are paid, opinions are shared, books are read, writing is released here. Tears are shed, laughter is shared–life’s richness of relationships is created at our kitchen table.
I’ve had on my list for a long time now, a kitchen table that fits. With gratitude for the current one, my eyes have been open for the “real” one that is coming. Although we haven’t met, I’d know it anywhere: wood, rectangular, sturdy corner legs, solid, large opening up to even larger.
It’s good to dream! Live boldly, create wildly, embrace gratitude yet decline complacency. Envision great things for yourself, and then go manifest it!
God’s vision for you is much greater than you can ever imagine for yourself. (And I know you can imagine pretty darn greatly!) Accept this Truth, and honor your spirit with this gift.
I accidentally (!) found a furniture store with a Magic Back Room of scratch & dent pieces, sold as-is. Their main feature is $79 dinner tables—of course. Being out of town, I spoke on the phone with a very helpful gentleman who replied that they have a table that fit my description—and he gave me its name so I could find an example of a new one online. It looked perfect! Excitedly my husband and I (okay, mostly me but he was on board) drove out the next week.
Standing over the table, it was everything I envisioned! Inspecting the scratches and dents, I accepted its condition and was already mentally placing it in our vehicle when suddenly—my husband lowered the boom and emphatically declined the table. He noted that it was not solid wood, and the particle board/veneer construction was not something he could live with.
“This one is a definite No…” Even as my spirits plummeted, I agreed with him wholeheartedly. However, in the same breath he gestured to the table behind him: “…but what do you think about this one?”
Oh. My. God.
Hesitantly, I stepped over to it, marveling at its beauty. Its shape, lines, and deep color were actually humming. With my sweetie noting its solid wood construction, we further investigated its potential. Going from size larger to ginormous, it had even greater capacity than I thought possible. There was only one minor blemish to be found, we had to look hard to find why it was in the scratch & dent selection.
This wasn’t the table of my dreams—it was greater than my imagination. It came home with us that day and now enhances our lives with its grace.
This table embodies God’s bounty. I dreamed big, He dreamed bigger for me. I had a preconceived idea of what would appear, He presented it in a different package. It reminds me to do my part in life, yet remain open to what God can do for me—and then let Him. We each have a reserved chair at His table, we just must accept the seat.
Thank you God, for your bountiful blessings. And for my allowing of them. Amen.
Beautiful Girl, by Christiane Northrup, M.D., is a fabulous picture book for a girl of any age. The reader feels a sense of reverence and respect for her own personal self, while at the same time feeling welcome in community with the feminine. I am grateful to Dr. Northrup for extending her wisdom to a younger set–which ends up being helpful to everyone in between as well.
While not specifying these special gifts, changes and body wonders (which is good–it allows room for those discussions to occur on an individual basis), this book elevates girls without devaluing boys–one of my favorite lines occurs right away: “These special gifts are just for girls! Boys have their own.”
Although I myself do not have daughters, I am one! This book will be appreciated by daughters, sisters, mothers, aunts, grandmothers, female family friends, and any person who has anything to do with raising healthy, happy girls. Which, really, is all of us. Single dads of daughters, go get this book right now!
The book is a treasure to be shared. My copy will be donated to the local elementary school library, and I will use it when I have the annual spring “The Talk” with the fourth-grade girls!
Hay House was gracious enough to give me a copy of this book in exchange for my honest opinion of it, through their Book Nook blogger program. Check it out!
Messages from Margaret is automatic writing through Gerry Gavin from his guardian angel, Margaret. If you enjoyed Conversations with God by Neale Donald Walsch, you will appreciate this book. If you haven’t read that one, put it on your to-read list, right behind this book!
Margaret has a lot of wisdom to share, and Gerry captures her spunky personality. Each standalone chapter is like a visit over coffee with a wonderful friend–it’s something you look forward to with a light heart and no expectations, and you come away a better person for it.
If you are seeking not only uplifting and positive support for your life as a whole, but also specific steps you can take daily in this direction, you will appreciate this book. If you have even a glimmer of an interest in learning more about automatic writing, give this read a try! No matter how you feel about the method, the ideas are indisputable–and in the end, the message is the thing.
Hay House has graciously given me this book in exchange for my honest opinion and review, and I am grateful. For more information, please click on the Hay House widget at the right.
For a while now I have been mindfully practicing going with the flow, allowing, and not
forcing directing acting like I’m in charge so much. My life, sanity, and peace have improved, I highly recommend it!
I’ve learned that it doesn’t mean I give up responsibility or direction, it means I show up for life and co-create. And there’s more going on here than only what I bring.
Isn’t it interesting how we often come to these turning and learning points in our lives due to a
problem issue discomfort?
Recently I’m struggling again, but in a newish way. What do we do when we are flowing, but we begin to seriously question if we can continue in the direction that we are flowing with? When we realize our vessel in this metaphorical river has changed from a favored canoe into an emergency life raft?
Maybe the company we work with is shifting their priorities. Perhaps the organization we volunteer for is changing their focus. Could be a friend is becoming an energy vampire. I’m talking about after we’ve signed on for committees, task forces, and leadership roles to help with the big picture, and we find the direction remains unaffected.
Discomfort makes us take a closer look at ourselves, and reevaluate. Maybe I make a difference on a level I am unaware of, and the best thing I can do is carry on and go with the flow. Could be that I’m meant to expand at this time, and the best thing I can do is to flow in a new direction. How are we to know which way the flow goes?
What if the best thing we can do in these situations is surrender? I thought I had, as I shared at the beginning of this post–but I am learning that there is another layer to this flow thing.
And about direction, there is no incorrect choice. In fact, I am not being asked to even make a choice. I visualize an open-hearted Me that surrenders to each day–moment even–with great love, inviting possibilities. I think I’ll even call her Flo.