Come to the table where the Father awaits you.
There, He longs for you to bring your tired and weary self, your anger, your self-loathing, your frustrations, your tears, your pain, your sickness, your fears…
There is a place for you here.
Here awaits a feast with extravagant cups and plates of gold, the finest greenery, the most outrageous candles and a placement with your name engraved on it.
All are welcomed.
When the King Himself opens the door, He will run to you, embrace you and clothe you with the finest robe and say, “Welcome my child. Welcome Home.”
Here there will be no need to hide behind the facade of life. Here you will not be turned away. Here you will find that there was always a place for you at His table.
And when you have arrived, you will have known all along that this, this was home. He is Home. He is grace. He is love.
Come to the Table.
Thanks for joining this journey,