I'm writing here at the dining room table these days, having been displaced by remote learning. And the truth is, I like it.
Here, I am surrounded by:
Candlesticks from my grandmother.
China from my husband's great-grandmother.
A pomegranate-embroidered table runner I bought in Jerusalem's Old City with family.
A coffee mug connecting me to a very dear friend.
A chandelier, hung by my handy husband.
Wedgwood wall plaques from my father-in-law's parents.
The table itself, a gift from my very special aunt-in-law.
And the bible given to me by my "adoptive spiritual parents."
I no longer feel displaced. I feel like I am at home. Feasting on God's Word at a table set by love.
