I thought about one day making dinner for more than one.
Then I started thinking about the momma battling cancer- how many more dinners will she fix?
What about the family who said good-bye to their little girl before she was even 15? Do they ache at night when they set the dinner table for one less?
How about gran who probably won't ever fix her self dinner again. One day sooner rather than later she won't be able to feed herself dinner.
"Daddy, what's the hope?! We live and die and dinner doesn't even matter."
The one that mom and daughter will be at together- cancer free- no fear of separation or loneliness. It's not even possible at Jesus' dinner table!
There's another plate on that table for a little brown eyed girl and one day her family will sit with her.
One day, some day I'll be there.
Sitting at the eternal dinner table with the bread of life.
I won't be lonely or fearful.
I won't wrestle with doubt.
It'll be a good dinner.
