More Than a Table
Repurposed
Where it started:
I spent too many years in an abusive relationship.
At one point, my kitchen table was repurposed. It was no longer a place for breaking bread; it had become a place of tears and brokenness. It was used as a weapon, thrown over a 6-foot fence in a fit of rage—my life, like my table, was shattered into pieces.
I couldn’t afford to buy a new table, so my daddy did the best he could to put it back together.
That table represented destruction, pain, chaos, and heartbreak, but it was still standing; it still had a purpose.
God allowed me to reposition my perspective.
What once was didn’t have to remain.
Although the table carries the memories, God showed me how I could reposition the table. He showed me something something beautiful and sustainable. No matter how much damage was done in the past, it could be restored.
With His help, that table became one of my most cherished possessions.
Although it carries scars from wars of the past, His word covered the broken pieces, not to hide them but to share a redemptive testimony.
...We were crushed and overwhelmed beyond our ability to endure, and we thought we would never live through it. In fact, we expected to die. But as a result we stopped relying on ourselves and learned how to rely on God, who raises the dead. And He did rescue us from mortal danger, and He will rescue us again. We have placed our confidence in Him, and He will continue to rescue us. 2 Corinthians 1:2-10
With God in control, the broken can be restored and made new.
