“You prepare a table before me,
In the presence of my enemies.”
–Psalm 23:5
You, oh God, are my Host at the table of life!
You have prepared for me a veritable buffet of experiences and opportunities. Some have been delicious and delightful, created (it seemed) solely for my enjoyment—events such as close encounters with birds or butterflies, an afternoon of laughter and reminiscing with old friends, or a spontaneous hug from a toddler.
Other experiences you’ve prepared because they were good for me: challenges, changes, and uncertainties. You wanted to build stronger character within me and grow maturity in my spirit.
Sometimes I’ve wondered what you were serving! Forgive me for saying so, but occasionally you’ve created circumstances that seemed as distasteful as dill pickles, cream cheese, and corned beef. (That combination sounded awful when I was first introduced to it.) But just as I discovered how delicious Piggles* are, I’ve learned the superiority of your plan–to prosper me and not to harm me (Jeremiah 29:11).
Another observation: some of the dishes being served aren’t just good for me, but for others at the table—especially the younger ones. Take Brussel sprouts, for example. If the children see me eating my portion, perhaps they’ll be inspired to eat theirs too. In like fashion, as a participant at the table of life, you allow me to join with you in fulfilling larger, far-reaching purposes–way beyond Brussel sprouts.
Even when enemies such as trial or pain try to swoop in and spoil the celebration, I can rejoice because you are with me, to strengthen and uphold. You’ve given me your Word, where I can feast on your attributes and promises. By your power, those enemies will be held at bay—outside the banquet room.
And on this Thanksgiving Day, when many a cook prays his/her feast will turn out perfectly, I praise you that everything you prepare for me is perfect (Deuteronomy 32:4).
Thank you Jehovah-Jireh, my Provider, for your faithfulness and goodness in my life.
May the happy thanks-giving of your people provide happy thanks-receiving for you.
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*The name, Piggles, was created the night a bunch of us made pigs of ourselves on this pickle appetizer/snack.
(Revised and reblogged from November 26, 2015.)
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