Sunday, December 11, 2011
As I loaded the car with boxes of decorations and fine china this afternoon a feeling of familarity swept over me. Even though I had a few jitters about hosting a table for our new church's Christmas party it felt oddly too familiar and fond memories overwhelmed me.
From Christmas parties to mother/daughter teas, I've hosted a few tables over my thirty-six years. In Iowa, Ohio, Wisconsin and Washington we've shared fond memories of newly found friends and fellowship abound hosting events through our churches. Many of those individuals we've met around those "hosted" tables have become life-long friends and have shared in the "seasons" of our lives through prayer, laughter, and general life.
I've never forgotten any of those experiences and sometimes long to sit and reflect with some of those old friends around a table for just a few hours. To push the hours of time back and tranport myself to that particular season in my life...a newlywed, married with no kids, newly preganent, married with kids, etc.
Tears are streaming down my face as I think of those sweet times, each in their unique way. Knowingly I can't easily say one "season" is better than the other, but each piece together in my being, who I am today. I am better for having spent fellowhip with those that have surrounded my hosted tables over the years. Even with my jitters, I look forward to the new friends that will surround my table tonight. Tonight is another opportunity to share in fellowship.
From inside the little blue bungalow,