Come. This is your invitation to the table. I have set a place just for you. You may not know me very well We may not be the best of friends but I know that no one else can take your place. Each letter on your place card spells loved It spells I have been waiting for you. Welcome home. I am so glad you are here. Bring nothing and leave with everything. Dine on the mercy that you have longed for lay down the suffering that you have carried to this table for too long you have feasted on heartache brokenness hurt loneliness we all know hunger. It is the cry of life a cry that we are not done that the suffering pulled from my skin is a common thread that pulls us together. Here. I serve my wounds as a replacement for yours. See the breaking of the bread as my body broken for you. It is the breadcrumb trail back to my heart there is no recollection of wrongs. Just a recollection of yourself as I see you. Recognized. Valuable. Whole. Worthy. Held. Heard. Forgiven. Good enough. Who told you
you were not good enough? Come empty and leave full to the brim with your thirst see the new wine I pour into old wounds. My blood poured out for you is a love story written in Via Dolorosa red onto the cross See how I put it all on the table for you. With your search for love you need look no further than my face you are more than the apple of my eye. You are a seed I planted just to watch it grow and your acceptance of this is the sweetest smell rising to the heavens. This is our story. Not even death can separate us. In a world that says there is no free meal come to my table and see that I have already paid for you.