Family Dinner Table & Kale Sweet Potato Salad

When I saw the warm light emanate through the windows of those homes in the Spring of 1998, I almost walked up to one of them to ask if I could live with them.  I imagined a plate of chocolate chip cookies, comfy throw blankets within reach and a generous embrace from the residents inside awaiting me.  I didn't care if their table had leftover dinner on it, or dirty dishes lay in the sink. All I wanted was a welcome. All I wanted was to see how family did life. All I wanted was for a family to show me love, protection & predictability.

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Kamille Scellick

Kamille Scellick passionately believes that gathering around the table is where the body, mind & soul will be nourished. It's around the table where you're sure to find her on any given day...eating, talking, listening & sharing life with her husband, Ben & three girls.

Fellowship Around the Table

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At the close of the sermon today we were invited to quickly rewrite our version of Acts 2:42-47.  Here was mine.

You mama teach your babes how to use words,

how to say sorry when you shouted.  

The Spirit of God comes while messy floors, tear stained cheeks turn to you and forgiveness is known. 

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You invite people to gather, to share meals.

nothing worthy of food blogs; rather, a King's feast of a casserole.

Because knowing it's in the giving, the sharing, the showing up, the inviting into your mess so the other feels normal.

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You give not out of obligation or duty, but...

because Jesus the great Host first set His Table Inviting you as a guest. 

So what's yours is mine & mine is yours.

You see Jesus in the cranky co-worker to the bully child, it's why we meet together.

Because we know the hope of the final feast,

the garden turned city--

the place where no more tears spill; but...

Jesus our Lord, our Savior, our great papa God redeems the story, our story. 

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Six Months and I Still Hear Your Voice

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Cool evenings 

Front yard green, slide tackling soccer. 

You promised you wouldn't cheat...you couldn't resist a win.  

Andrew slipping Monopoly money beneath the table with your grin thinking he only gave you an advantage.  

Your grin of satisfaction turned to annoyance as he favored me as well.  

Sitting in our Camry on Magnolia to get your call, "I'm gonna be a dad!"  

Rejoicing, because I called you just weeks before with the same.  

Your reserve most times when talking with me, when I just wanted to say, "You don't have to hide."  

Six months ago, dad's voicemail, shaky voice, panic not subdued to hear.

Hear the worst news. No notification, no preparation, no last goodbyes.  

I still wait for you to call. I still wait for a Lazarus ending, an empty tomb. 

I see you dear brother.  I hear your voice.  

We were suppose to ride this life together, watch our children grow together, bury mom & dad before we buried you.  

We; you, me and Andrew, suppose to live beyond our 30s.   

Cadence shares in being a middle like me.  She said in child like form, "Mama, since Uncle Willy died you're not a middle anymore; but, the oldest." 

I don't want to be the oldest. I am not the oldest. I don't want to be a sibling of two.  Three is even, two is not. 

I want my Lazarus ending, I want an empty tomb. I want my redemption this side of heaven.  

I still hear your voice these six months later.  I hear our voices talking on a warm summer day.  Me on the back porch and you in Arizona, the last time we spoke. The last time we will in this lifetime.  

I miss you dearly big brother. You told me you missed Grandma in that last conversation...maybe she gets her time with you hearing your voice.  

I want my Lazarus ending. I want an empty tomb. I hear your voice, and I believe it's saying "I don't have to hide anymore Kamille--I'm found." 

 

 

Kamille Scellick

Kamille Scellick passionately believes that gathering around the table is where the body, mind & soul will be nourished. It's around the table where you're sure to find her on any given day...eating, talking, listening & sharing life with her husband, Ben & three girls.