“So continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, they ate their food with gladness and simplicity of heart.” – Acts 2:46
COVID strikes again. My son’s basketball game was cancelled. The one I was so excited to watch. The one I was looking forward to all week. The one I was going to get to watch – in person – with his siblings as a family. The one he was going to get to start as Point Guard and lead the team to victory…of course.
“Why, God?” I pouted.
Some kid on another team he played last week popped positive for COVID-19 and now my night is ruined. My hopes, dashed.
My source of joy, cancelled.
Or, so I thought.
“What are you doing tonight?”
Jeanette’s text interrupted my wallowing.
“Nothing.” I replied.
“You wanna come to my IF table…it’s like salve for your soul,” she said.
“What is that?” I typed back reluctantly.
“Fellowship. Candlelight, linen napkins, and good food.”
I was invited to the table.
“We talk freely about one God topic, sometimes even how the fire isn’t lit. It’s a safe, open share of mature women who speak life and share love and griefs,” she continued.
A sacred gathering of four women from various backgrounds and ages who met once a month to dine, sip wine, and share life. Real, raw relating.
I pushed pause on my disappointment and pulled up a chair to the table.
Since I was a guest, we enjoyed a round of introductions and the cozy conversation warmed me up from the inside out along with our fifteen-bean soup and cornbread.
We laughed and dined and shared our moments.
Family. Frustration. Fatigue.
It’s as IF God knew exactly what I needed and who I needed to be with at this moment.
To be known.
“What’s is God saying this year? What does He want you to focus on?” Shaye, the hostess, asked.
“For me, it is follow through. God has called me to write a book and to share what He has done in my life with others,” I said.
“What COVID taught me is that there is no more time. The time is now, and I need to be faithful to write it, share it, and live it out.”
We can hope in a God who knows us better than we know ourselves. He knows what we need and how to meet our needs at the right time in the most intimate way. We are His and He cares for us in simple, special ways.
For me, it was over candlelight conversation with new friends.
Thank you, Lord for the intimacy of being known. You meet our deepest needs and care for us in ways that demonstrate your devotion to us.
For more information on how to “Gather women around your table once a month, creating a space for them to feel known and providing an environment for conversation about following God and giving Him away,” check out https://www.ifgathering.com/.