There was once a man who kept a small wooden table in the corner of his house. It wasn’t much to look at. The legs were uneven. One corner was chipped. Years of cups and plates had left rings and scratches across the surface. He always meant to sand it down, stain it, make it presentable, but life kept happening, and the table stayed as it was.
One day, the Lord came to visit.
The man panicked. He looked around for something nicer, a table without blemishes, something that looked worthy of a guest. He even thought about covering the old table with a cloth so no one would see its flaws.
But then came the knock at the door. He opened it and nervously invited the Lord in. The Lord affectionately patted the man on the shoulder and walked straight past every polished piece of furniture and stopped at the little wooden table in the corner.
“This one,” He said, placing His hands on it. This is where we will sit.
The man hesitated. “But Lord… it’s scratched. It’s uneven. It’s not ready.”
The Lord smiled. “I didn’t come for the furniture you’ve perfected,” He said gently. “I came for the place you’ve lived.”
The chair creaked as the Lord sat down at the unvarnished table, settling in as comfortably as if it were the finest place in the house.
Something to take just a moment to consider today.
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