The Table

It’s been awhile since I have strung words together to share. This season I am walking in with The Lord has been unique, unlike any other. Waters uncharted. A season where He and I are walking more intimately than ever before. So when I sit down and try and describe it, I have trouble finding words to do so.  

Currently I am sitting outside. The crisp January air hits my cheeks as they flush red. My fingers are cold making it a little difficult to type. However, every time I contemplate going inside to the comfort of a plush couch and warm blankets the sun peeks out from behind the trees, warming my entire body and The Father simply whispers: “Stay here with me for a minute longer.”

So eager for more of Him, I sit.

And I think that’s the thing. Because I have tasted and seen I will continue to sit and wait.

Metaphors are my first and most natural language, if I’m being honest. So I sit here trying to think of one that will help to more clearly paint this picture I so vividly see. The only one that comes to mind is a table with The Lord. A grand, wooden table overflowing with all the beautiful and restored things.The chairs are filled with His beloved. The table is crowded and laughter is the first sound to hit your ears. Everyone is invited, welcomed, and given a seat. It’s their choice however, if they stay.

I have sat as this table many times. Tasted and seen the goodness and beauty that derives from it. Yet, all too often I stand up and walk away. Because of fear. Because I feel like another person is more deserving of my seat.

This happens all too often and when it does The Father patiently whispers: “Are you going to fight to keep your seat at the table? I want you to stay here with me.”

And until recently I have continued to walk away. Not realizing that His father’s heart actually longs for me to stay with Him. He’s not just throwing around meaningless words and crap. There is power and consistency in the words He speaks.

And this time because I have tasted and seen, I am taking a seat and staying.

So, in the last few months since I’ve decided to take a seat at the table and stay, I’ve had to make a few decisions that are just a little crazy, but freakin’ incredible.

The first, I switched tracks. I am now apart of Leadership Track here at CGA.  The main focus of this track is to better foster the gifts I have been given. To try and fail and get back up and try again.

Switching tracks has been a process for me. A long journey with The Lord where I had to figure out what I valued more. His voice or the opinions of others.

So here I am. Here is a blog where all the words don’t really make sense. But that’s an update on life.

Also, in April for the CGA capstone trip leadership track will be going to Morocco!! So that’s exciting!!!