Come.

My sweet sister,

let's talk about the "table." The table of Jesus.

"You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; my cup overflows."
Psalm 23:5

Big things happen at this table. In fact, much of Jesus' ministry was gathering around the table; teaching, celebrating, healing, and eating. 

How simple, yet refreshing is this table of His. 

Let's talk about how even Judas sat at the table of Jesus the same night He betrayed Him. Jesus knew, yet He welcomed him with open arms.

Let's talk about how Jesus invites you and I to His table. How He welcomes all sinners and embraces us with compassion.

"While Jesus was having dinner at Matthew's house, many tax collectors and sinners came and ate with Him and His disciples. When the pharisees saw this, they asked His disciples, "why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?" On hearing this, Jesus said, "it is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. But go and learn what the means: "I desire mercy, not sacrifice. For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners."
Matthew 9:10-13

Oh sister, just come. Just come to His table.

Come wounded. Come with baggage. Come broken-hearted. Come with no strength. Come with fear. Come with family issues. Come with broken relationships. Come with pain. 

We often think that the "table" is meant for others more worthy than ourselves. 

But did you know that His blood covers you and that the veil was torn in half? 

Did you know that Jesus conquered sin and death so that you could freely sit next to Him at the table? 

No matter how excruciating your pain is, no matter how empty your well is, just come. Come to the table and rest your weary heart with the Almighty.

I know the guilt all too well. I, too, have made mistakes that I didn't even think the Almighty could forgive. But yet, I am forgiven. You are too.

Sometimes I even catch myself asking Jesus to come to my table... when I feel alone and lacking in hope. I ask Jesus to come in my sea of hurt, but He is already there... my heart is too distracted to hear His quiet voice next to me.

Why would I set up my own plastic table when Jesus has a table fit for a King already prepared for me? There is a difference between asking Jesus to come to my table and Him asking me to come to His.

Where in the world does God's grace come in when I am stuck in a sea of hurt? 

Where in the world is the hope we feel in times of abundance, but never as it seems during the driest of seasons? 

Oh grace, where are you in this time?

​It's not found in any other place than the table of Jesus. 

I am going to repeat that... it is very important. Grace is not found in any other place than the table of Jesus.

But there is a difference between settling with grace and changing with grace. When I talk about the grace of God, I am also talking about how grace comes with a conviction to change. Sitting at the table means resting in His grace, but learning how to serve and love Him better through conviction.

Be prepared to be moved out of your comfort zone. Be prepared to be molded by the potter Himself. 

What will you do with that grace? What will you do with that conviction?

Sister, just come. Come to His table. Your life is never "too messy" to come. 

Drink His cup that overflows and eat the bread of life and never hunger or thirst again. For man does not live on bread alone, but on every word of God. 

I know a man quite well who let those rusty nails pound into His hands and feet for you before you even knew He existed. He opened the door for you to come to the table from the beginning of time. He opened the door for the bread of life and the living water to fill your cup forever.

If you come to the table, you will never hunger or thirst again. 

I also know a man who looked prostitutes straight in the eyes and looked upon them with such love and compassion. Just as His Father did. Just as we need to as well. He invited them to the table... will you?

No matter what you are going through in life, just come and be with Jesus. There is healing in Him. There is a breath of life in Him. There is a time of wilderness and a time of harvest, but when you sit with Jesus, it strangely seems to make sense. 

Keep holding on sister, I promise it will be okay.

Just come to the table. 

​Sit with Jesus.