As we had the Lord’s supper at church yesterday, and read in Luke 22, a happy thought came to mind.
One of my happy places is sitting around a table to a meal either at my parents’ house or my in-laws’ house. There’s something about sitting there with people I love all gathered around the table. Sometimes when I go to someone’s house as a guest, I’m a little nervous, not sure how things work at their house, trying to observe and follow suite, but not with family. When I’m with family I’m at ease. I love it when my mom makes a meal that she used to make when I was a kid. These are some of the happiest moments for me. It makes me feel like I belong.
Then I thought about sitting at my Heavenly Father’s table and eating there. I’m family, I have a place there, the people sitting around love each other. We’re partaking in food all together. I can’t wait for this meal! The Lord’s supper we do in remembrance right now. I’m not sure what all Jesus is meaning in Luke 22:16, but I’m looking forward to that supper and imagining what it will be like!


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