Recently, I met a lovely, enlightened woman,
who described her dinner table as
That really struck my heart.
Of all of the furniture in my home,
it is the dinner table
that has become consecrated
to the building up of our
All the work my husband does
to provide for us
so I can prepare and serve
meals to my family
has a grander meaning
when I see this table with
It may be dotted with
bits of salt and pepper,
bread crumbs and cheerios--
But that food is a blessing to us.
there are pages of homework,
pens, pencils, crayons,
even a dog leash
laying about the long wooden slats
that have been carefully carved
and crafted into our dinner table.
Those things are also blessings to enrich
and as a family.
To find it completely cleaned,
with nothing on it,
is to find it right before dinner,
or right after dinner...
it is laden with the stuff of our
comings and goings.
We dedicate it daily
to serving our family's needs.
We eat at it,
Serve one another around it,
laugh around it,
gather our friends to it
Pray to our Heavenly Father at it,
asking for His Love to protect us
and guide us
and teach us to be better people.
This Christmas Season was no different--
I prepared my family's favorite treats
with my sweet daughter-in-love, Tisha
by my side.
And we loved.
The smells coming from the kitchen
pulled the family
from the corners of the house
to "see what's cookin'"--
everyone eager to taste and share
We pull out our best red dishes
with the moose
and we sit in our favorite wooden seats
waiting for all to be filled,
even when we have to "go find" the missing person--
Then we pray.
We express our gratitude
for all that we have
and acknowledge His hands in everything.
And once again,
dedicate our hearts to Him
and one another.
Looking at my dinner table
with eternal eyes--
fills my heart with joy!
It is not a new or even nearly new
it's just a long oak table
from years of daily use.
It is MY altar.
It is where I bring the fruits of my labors
and my Heavenly Father.
Now, go look at your dinner table with new eyes...
tell me if yours isn't as divine as mine.
I'm sure it is.
The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe has nothing on this Momza of Seven, mil to two, and recently crowned "Granma" to a Ninja-Baby who has stolen her heart with his toothless grin. Dawn is a Midwife Assistant/Doula, Home Stager, Writer, and Convert to the LDS faith--living the dream in the Colorado Rockies! She blogs at Momza's House.