This is a guest post by Nancy Jo Sullivan.
After my third child was born, I rarely cooked a homemade meal. While caring for a baby and two toddlers, my days revolved around feedings, trips to the park, and massive amounts of laundry. I often ate what the kids ate: bologna cut into squares, Goldfish crackers, and apple slices.
One afternoon, while my kids were napping, I heard a knock at my front door. It was Marion, my old college roommate. Wearing a baseball cap and an oversized sweatshirt, she carried a kettle of homemade soup. “Are you hungry for lunch?” she asked.
Earlier that morning, Marion’s husband had taken her kids to the zoo. Now she had the whole afternoon free. I was so happy I could barely contain myself. “C’mon in,” I told her.
For the next hour, we sat at my kitchen table, eating, laughing, and reminiscing about our past. As my kids slept peacefully, I savored each mouthful of soup. “This tastes so good,” I said. I closed my eyes to taste the seasoned broth, the barley, and the warm veggies. “Thank you for coming,” I kept saying.
Over two decades later, I know why I remember that afternoon. Yes, Marion had lovingly prepared that soup just for me. But she had also given me something more precious, the gift of her friendship.
Jesus does the same thing for us. Each day, he joins us at the kitchen table of our heart. With great joy, he shares the food of his friendship. As we savor his presence, we are invited to take a break from our busy lives. While resting in him, we can close our eyes and say, “Thank you for coming!”
Nancy Jo Sullivan is the author of Small Mercies: Glimpses of God in Everyday Life. She is a frequent speaker at both the local and national levels. Sullivan lives in St. Paul, Minnesota and blogs at NancyJoSullivan.com.