Welcome to Love’s table.
Where women sit who see into my very soul; their eyes pierce, their questions probe, taking my temperature, always in love.
Where my heart breathes in and deeply exhales. A safe spot to share the raw and real.
Where my hands sort beans, while my memory sorts moments. 10 years of living color shared with these beautiful Jesus followers.
Where my brain churns trying to wrap itself around the complexities of geography, poverty and justice. My friends just wrap me in their acceptance.
Where ninja mamas fight for their children in prayer. Where heads of household steward the tiniest of resources.
Where my need is excavated, my desperateness revealed. Where I am pointed back to the simplicity of the Gospel.
Ovendillia, Aida, Farah, Sara, Lydia, Sandra, Jacqueline.
They serve a healthy plate of unconditional love. They disciple me in the ways of Jesus. They teach me the ways of humility. They live out complete faith. They give it all away. They leave nothing on the table.
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