It would be a mistake to indicate that the only ingredients in my kitchen required for successfully and joyfully feeding my family were found in my pantry or simmering on the stove. I will occasionally include table blessings, some “table talk”, and most important for the keeper of this kitchen: prayers. I wrote this one as a prayer poem in 1998.
My Kitchen Table
As I open your Word and lean here one more time,
Make my table a holy place with your presence, Lord…
This table of pecan wood, not hand crafted acacia.
This table scratched and stained with family years and family tears.
This table that has been a family gathering place in so many places,
A place of offering and receiving nourishment of many kinds.
A place of joy and jelly, high chairs, and holding hands.
Birthday cakes and boy talks, spilled milk and spilled hearts.
A place where I have put my head down and wet the wood with tears.
A place where your care and feeding of my soul
Joined the care and feeding of my family.
My heart is seated at this table, Lord.
You make this a holy place.
I worship you.
Mary Ann Parker, March 1, 1998