Come to the Table
Today, I set the table with so much joy, skipping to a melody unheard by the world but filling my heart with delight. Each plate, each cup, every fold of the linen is laid out with love woven into every detail. Today, I get to spend time with you, my beloved..........................Dees digital diary
We do this every day, but each day feels new. There’s no monotony here, no tired routine—only fresh joy, like the first light of dawn. My heart dances as I prepare, for this is not just a table; it’s a meeting place, a sanctuary.
Some days, you come happy, your heart light because of some victory or a small blessing that brightened your path. Other days, you come crying, burdened by a pain you can’t seem to understand. Today was one of those days.
You wept, and it broke my heart even more than it did yours. The anguish you carried was so heavy, and in your tears, I saw your struggle to reconcile the Father’s will. It felt to you as if you were forsaken by the very One who promised He would never leave you................. Dees digital diary
But even in your pain, I was glad you came. Because here, at this table, I could remind you of something you’d forgotten.
“My beloved, do you remember when I, too, felt that way?” I whispered as I wiped your tears.
“The Father’s will can be so hard to understand sometimes.”
I spoke of that night in Gethsemane, the night before the cross. The weight of it all had pressed so heavily upon me that I had cried out, “If it is possible, let this cup pass from me.” And then, on the cross itself, I felt as though my Father had turned His back on me. My voice had shattered the silence: “My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?”
The will of God is hard, my beloved. It can feel unbearable, as though the heavens have gone silent. But I reminded you of the greater good, the purpose that lay beyond the pain.
“The cross was not the end,” I told you. “It was the beginning. The greater good of my work on the cross was this moment—this table, this communion we now share. Because of the cross, you and I can sit here, dine together, and find peace in each other.”...........................Dees digital diary
As we spoke, your tears began to slow. I saw the weight you carried begin to lift, the tightness in your chest easing with every word. The bread I broke with you nourished not just your body but your soul. The wine we shared poured grace into the cracks of your weary heart.
And as you left today, the heaviness you came with was lighter, your steps steadier, your smile brighter.
Still, there are days when you don’t come. Days when you forget or avoid the table. I know you feel ashamed sometimes, or tired, or distracted by the noise of the world. I wait for you, my beloved, with the same joy, the same anticipation. When you rush in late, breathless and hurried, or when you come halfheartedly, I am still here. My love for you doesn’t waver. I don’t grow weary of waiting. Every moment we share is worth it to Me, no matter how brief or broken..........Dees digital diary
And yet, there is more to come. One day, my beloved, we will no longer meet like this, burdened by the weight of this world. One day, you will sit at the eternal table, surrounded by joy and light, with no tears or fears to bring. That day, the feast will be unending, and every moment will be filled with the purest love and peace. There will be no burdens to lift, no wounds to heal—only the fullness of joy in My presence.
But until that day, I will be here. Come to the table, beloved. Come as you are. There is always a place for you here.
Written By: Dees digital diary