I remember it. I remember the first year I was married. I thought that surely enduring all those nuptials would earn me a spot. And, graciously, my good ol' Aunt Dixie and Uncle Glenn gave up their spots, just to make me feel all special. What an accomplishment. What grown-up-ness! I was at the big table! Today it was clear that Anna appreciates this feeling as well. I caught her at the dinner table, having moved all of her accouterments from her high chair right to her Daddy's spot. So proud. She's growing up.
Makes me wonder. At God's dinner table, where would He have me sit? I mean, I know I'm not exactly a baby Christian, but am I there yet? Would I be invited to sit with Him at the "big table"? The mere fact that I have no idea right now in my heart is suggesting maybe, I need to grow up a bit more. Or, I guess if I thought I was a shoe-in for adult Heavenly dining - wouldn't that suggest that maybe I didn't get it? What would happen if I just tried to sneak in? What would God say when I got caught? Would He be as affected by my cuteness as I was of Anna's - and just let it slide?
I don't know.
"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me."
(1 Corinthians 13:11)
Kinda makes me think I'd get booted. This Spring...I want to GROW!
Peace.
kj
I want to sit at the big table, too. Great post, Kim. Very thought provoking.
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