At the Table

Busy. Everyone is busy. We have appointments here and there. Commitments to do this and that. We say yes when we should say no. And at the end of the day, week, month, year we feel overwhelmed, tired and maybe empty!

This year, I am learning to slow down, to say no, yes to God, and to gather at the table a heck of a lot more.

If we allow it, life can be extremely busy. But it doesn't have to be.

I say yes a lot even when I should say no. I am realizing that when I say YES to every little invitation or request it leaves me little room to prioritize what God wants me to do. I do believe that this season of my life He is wanting me to REST in Him - to rest with His people. We simply can't move and go do the things God asks us to do if we aren't growing deep roots in Him - roots that won't grow weary of doing good.

[Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts... Acts 2:46]

This leads me to the IF:Table. I was introduced to the IF:Table at the IF:Gather (a conference that was unlike anything I've been to). It's an intentional time to set each month, invite some women, break bread together and connect!

Just a week ago, I held another one at my house. I invited some girls, I set the table, we ate dinner together and just connected. We never got to the four questions, but it was great to sit back and connect with these girls - to forget about our to do lists and just build relationships.

We need each other. So many of us just need cheerleaders in our lives. People that flourish us.

Can we do that better? When we meet other women, can we affirm them? Can we love them with a genuine love? Can we cheer them on in life? Because life, life can be hard and conversations, friendship and girl time is healing and life-giving. And this is truth.

small prints for each girl to take with them

with joy,
aneta nina

sometimes I just need a clear answer

Saturday morning, like 7 a.m. morning, I sat across one of my dearest friends and we chatted about our lives, our art, our passions, our families, our pains, our joys...I realized that I'm in Denver for this conversation right now, but "God what's your plan with Steve and I...?" was the question left in my heart unanswered.

After breakfast, I sat in my quiet living room (Steve likes to sleep-in) asking God, "Why Denver? Why are we here? What's your plan for us here? Sometimes, all I need a clear answer..." And on Sunday morning during the sermon, the pastor spoke these words, "You are all sitting here because God wants to use you in reviving this city: your neighbors." And in that moment, I truly felt it in my heart that God was talking to me. It was an overwhelming feeling combined with peace knowing that God gave me a clear answer. He knew that I needed a little boost, a little motivation because life can beat up on you.

Whether you have a faith foundation or not, I do hope it stirs something within you. I know that after God answered my question/doubt and it left me desiring more of Him : Here are the thoughts that I am processing this week,

  1. What do I do with God's confirmation? I need to trust that He has equipped us to be ambassadors of His love, compassion and mercy. And how will I pursue this...?
  2. Conviction to examine how I love others. Do I love my "neighbors" the way I love myself? I show myself a lot of grace, room for mistakes, and I make sure I am comfortable. Do I do the same for my neighbors - the people Jesus died for? YIKES, I'm not sure I do!! 

// Isaiah 61 // 
The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God,to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, instead of a spirit of despair.

with joy,
Aneta Nina