Seat at the Table

There has been much discussion with my therapist on just where my seat at the table would be.

In fact, which table do I even sit at?

Wait, do I even have a table?

Where's my table?

Will my seat still be available at my table?

I've been asked not to return to certain tables.

I actually find gratitude in that request(s).

One of my feelings/emotions/thoughts on Tuesday night was that I had a seat at a table again.

I expressed that to T with joy.

I know that I have a seat at the Robb table.

I know that I have a seat at T's table.

I know for dang sure that I have a seat at my own table, in my home, with my children.

But, so many questions about tables in my mind.

Then, this.

This picture came to me.

This is God's table.

This table winds endlessly.

There is a seat for everyone at that table.

Everyone who chooses to be there has a seat at this table.

And isn't it beautiful?

Peaceful?

Glorious.

With a seat for everyone.

Everyone.