I didn’t know my identity in him and I didn’t realize there was a place for me at his table. I have always been uncomfortable with events like this. I was happy serving and had grown content with serving and settling for crumbs that fell from the master’s table. It was a struggle but I went and of course tried to hide in the corner but there was so much love in the room, I couldn’t hide and then I didn’t feel the need to hide. I encountered the love of the father and the love of sisterhood that God knew I desperately needed. I realized I didn’t have to settle for crumbs because there is a place at his table with my name on it. I’m still growing and healing and I’m grateful I had those encounters.

JD – Arkansas