Her Kitchen Table Altar

~keeping faith & family close to heart in a modern world~

“As the sparrow finds a home and the swallow a nest to settle her young, my home is by Your altars, LORD of hosts, my king and my God. Blessed are those who dwell in Your house! They never cease to praise You.

Blessed the man who finds refuge in you, in their hearts are pilgrim roads. As they pass through the Baca valley, they find spring water to drink. The early rain covers it with blessings. They will go from strength to strength and see the God of gods on Zion.

LORD God of hosts, hear my prayer; listen, God of Jacob. For a sun and shield is the LORD God, bestowing all grace and glory. The LORD withholds no good thing from those who walk without reproach.”
PSALMS 84

My Sweet Messenger

Earlier this week, I had a particularly BAD day.

I was feeling low and crabby and stuck – not content.

I was back in Mac’s bedroom putting away his clean undies, shirts and shorts, when I overheard Paul make a comment to him out in the living room:

“I don’t know if mom wants you touching that…”

~ Silence ~

Less than 5 Mississippi-seconds later, Mac had joined me in his bedroom all but empty-handed… Extending out his little arms, he sweetly offers to me my cherished navy-blue NABRE Bible. Without missing a beat, he says:

“Here, mommy.”

I was speechless 😶

I gave my sweet messenger a tight squeeze (holding on longer than I knew this young, energized boy would likely tolerate). As his attention moved from me to the racetrack on the floor beside him, I gently placed a kiss on his cheek and thanked him for bringing me my Good Book.

Then he was gone again! Off to find other adventures, I’m sure. 🤍

Feeling newly focused, I sat the bible down on top of Mac’s mirrored dresser and flipped the front cover open. As I slowly re-read each special, handpicked quote taped down to the pages, I begin to remember that I am the daughter of a King – whose love for ALL of His children surpasses anything we could ever know.

I flipped the cover closed, looked at the reflection starring back at me in the mirror, picked up my bible and started down the hallway in search of Mac.

Like something I felt deep in my soul, I owed him one more hug.

The Holy Spirit must’ve nudged my baby that day. I had been so wrapped up in all the feelings of stress (and failure and disappointment) that I allowed myself to emotionally curl-up and rest in a place that My Father did not want to see me settle in.

In the rush of everyday things, we can SO EASILY overlook His attempts to reach us; the Lord is extending His hand out to us, eagerly waiting for our hand to grasp His in return and faithfully follow Him.