Come To The Table

I remember as a little girl I always loved playing with my mini china tea set. I would set up a full table with pretend guests and make believe food. It was a party every time! From a young age I always loved hosting, but better yet, I loved being hosted. It was always fun to be invited to my friends’ birthday parties and sleepovers. There was always something so special about being invited. It made me feel valued. It still does. This is because we were created with an innate need for community and closeness with others. God designed us first to be I relationship with Him, and then with other people.

So what happens when your friend doesn’t invite you to their party? It feels like a complete and total rejection. Sadness grows within our hearts and we become disappointed with how we’ve been treated. If you’re anything like me, I would always ask myself “What did I do wrong? I had to have done something to hurt that other person?” And guilt seeps in… along with lies from the enemy. He tells me that I am unwanted, undesirable, and not worth spending time with. The people whom I thought were my friends really only ever felt sorry for me, so he said.

So the way I began to see my friendships was the way I began to see my relationship with God.

I thought that He only felt sorry for me. I told myself that there was no room for me at His table, and that He would rather have someone more fun, more spiritual, more dedicated… anyone but me, really. I was too broken and too dirty to sit with Jesus. Surely He wouldn’t want me sharing in His community. As these lies began to take root in my heart and mind the Lord spoke to me in the sweetest and smallest ways. He would ask me to come sit with Him, but I would refuse. My appearance wasn’t acceptable, so I thought. I was not as good as other people. Still He persisted, gently reminding me that He made me new. But again I would not listen.

One day I had had enough of feeling left out. So I cried out to the Lord asking Him “Lord don’t you want me? I feel like an outsider!”

And kindly He said to me, “My daughter, I have had a nametag on your seat at my table for so long. But you were so focused on yourself that you wouldn’t accept my invitation. I want nothing more than to be with you. All you have to do is come.”

I have never felt more loved than in that moment. The Lord wanted me? He made room for me? How could I have been so foolish to not see that? And the only answer to the last question is this:

Sometimes its more comfortable for us to throw our own tea parties than join Jesus at His dinner table where we may have to be vulnerable. You see, I was so afraid of Jesus exposing my dirt and brokenness that I allowed myself to think He didn’t already see those parts of me. Better yet, that thought pattern clouded me from realizing that he already cleaned me up and bound my wounds. All I had to do was simply say “yes”, and the go to be with Him.

The Lord’s table is open to all people at all times, regardless of their condition. He wants to have dinner with you and me. So, will we join?


Many blessings,

Holly M.


Who am I?

You make it to the end of a long, hard day. You shower. You change into comfortable clothes. You wipe off your makeup. Then, while you’re brushing your teeth, you look up into the mirror and realize you don’t recognize the person you see there. Have you ever had a that moment, when you stare into your reflection and wonder how you became the person that you are today?

Who am I?

It seems like a simple question, but sometimes, it’s tough to answer. On the first day of my Psychology of Personality class, my professor had us list ten words in answer to that question: “who are you?” As my classmates began to write, I sat in my chair at the back of the classroom, wondering how I should answer. Should I define myself by my physical qualities: a girl with long brown hair and glasses? Should I define myself by my character traits: compassionate, quiet, and sensitive? Or should I define myself by my roles in life: student, sister, daughter, and friend?

I didn’t realize it until I was sitting in that class with a blank sheet of paper on my desk, but I’ve always struggled with the answer to that question.

Who am I?

There are plenty of things that we could use to define ourselves: our grades, the way we look, our relationship status, the accomplishments on our resumes, the number of likes on our latest Instagram posts, or the amount of money sitting in our bank accounts.

But here’s the problem with defining ourselves by these worldly things: they’re temporary.  So how should we define ourselves? How do we answer the question? Who are we? Let’s turn to the Word of God that does not, and will not, change (Isaiah 40:8).

We are children of God, carefully designed and wholly loved.

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well” (Psalm 139: 13-14).

God, creator of the universe and painter of the sunsets, formed every part of us. He knows our thoughts. He knows our hurts. He knows our next steps, even when we don’t know them ourselves.

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish, but have eternal life” (John 3:16).

You probably memorized John 3:16 in Sunday school, but when was the last time you really thought about it? God loves us so much that he gave up his Son for us. More than that, he let Jesus die a painful death and experience separation from God, so that we could be forgiven for our sins. That’s a real sacrifice, and that’s the truest love that there has ever been.

That brings me to my next point. We may be handcrafted and loved by God, but we are sinners.

It’s a hard truth to swallow. We want to feel good about ourselves. We want people to recognize that we’re trying our hardest to be good people and to do the right things. Still, we fail.

Here’s some good news: “God shows his love for us in this: that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us” (Romans 5:8). God’s love for us is stronger than our sin.

If we accept the sacrifice that Jesus made for us on the cross, we are free from sin. We are forgiven.

“You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free…” (Galatians 5:13).

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness” (1 John 1:9).

Isn’t that great news? If you’ve accepted the gift that Jesus gave you, you’re not defined by your sin. If you haven’t accepted Jesus as your savior, you have the power to receive Jesus’s sacrifice as payment for your sins and to begin walking in freedom.

I’ve learned a few things since that professor asked me who I was. Sometimes, it’s hard to remember when I get distracted by this world, but I know who I am.

Who am I?

I am not defined by the number of people I sit with at lunch. I am not defined by the size of the clothes I wear. I am not defined by my family. I am not defined by my grades. I am not defined by my past. I am not defined by my occupation. I am not defined by the amount of money I make. I am not defined by things of this world.

I am a child of God. I am designed by God’s own hands. I am more deeply loved than I can fathom. I am saved by Jesus Christ. I am forgiven, and I am free.

If you have any questions about Jesus, or how to accept his gift of salvation, please feel free to reach out any of our Woven Together team members, or message us on one of our Facebook or Instagram accounts! We would love to hear from you!

With love,

Faith Brooks


Photography credit: Noelle Brooks