Hello! Thanksgiving is next week and I’m ready to celebrate. We won’t have a large crowd. Our daughter and husband are in Japan. (Air Force) And our son is at college and probably won’t make it here until Christmas. So it might be just the two of us. But … my husband built a new dining table so at least we can eat “up front” and not in the breakfast room.
Since I helped him stain and paint the table, it will always have special meaning to me. We owned another table that moved with us from place to place. But when we moved to Florida, we finally sold that one. It was special too. It was Early American and my husband bought the entire set of table and six chairs as a surprise Christmas gift for me when we’d only been married a couple of years. I have to confess the design wasn’t my first choice but I didn’t make him take it back. He had ordered it from a Georgia furniture store where he worked during high school and had it shipped to a friend’s apartment near us in Atlanta. On Christmas Eve, he had a plan to sneak it onto our apartment patio that night and bring it inside our tiny dining room so I’d see it first thing in the morning. He started moving it in the dark before we went to bed but … it started raining. So he had to bring it in and surprise me early. Because he’d gone to so much trouble, I could have never sent it all back. So I decorated that table and served many meals on it. It went to a good home. Now I have a new table, built by hand and I had a hand in finishing it, too. It’s new but with an old feel. We ordered chairs to go around it and now we’re ready to seat eight! Come on down!
The whole point of this is to say that a table becomes more than just a place to sit and eat. It holds memories in each grain of the wood. It holds hope in each prayer said over it. It hold food for our bodies and nourishment for our souls. I will cherish this table as much as I cherished the one I had before and I’ll try to make new memories and say grace over good food on this table, beginning with our first Thanksgiving in this house. What does your dining table say to you? What memories do you hold dear when you gather around your dining table? I still have tags to remove on some of these chairs but come Thanksgiving, this table will look as if it belongs here. And isn’t that what a table is all about? Having a place in life, surrounded by love? Whether it’s two or twenty, I wish you a great Thanksgiving and I hope your table has one more guest–The Lord! I’ll be thanking him for all his many blessings!