🙌It's the Friday Call to Worship!🙌

Five years ago, I stepped into our front garden with a baby strapped to my chest. Rented tables with homemade placemats were set for 60. We served an American Thanksgiving dinner to our South African guests, choosing to give thanks while we didn't know our family's next steps. My husband and I relished in a garden full of laughter and warmth that day, never pausing to even taste the meal.

We ate leftover pumpkin pie in our garage late that night. It was a delicious and sacred moment, our own Thanksgiving faith-building feast when we didn't know what tomorrow held.

A couple weeks ago, we had a difficult evening meeting scheduled and a hard decision to make. We were heavy with grief. Hours before, I took the kids to buy ingredients to make ice cream sundaes for dinner. Our house infused with joy as the little ones crushed cookies with toy hammers to sprinkle on their ice cream. I texted my husband about the hard things we were about to face while my kids covered themselves in whipped cream. "Remember our Thanksgiving garage feast? Tonight, no matter what happens in that meeting, we're going to have ice cream sundaes together to commemorate walking every step of these hard things with God and with each other."

And we did. We talked at our kitchen table for hours that night. God showed up the way He does, with clarity that brings perfect peace. We ate tear-salted ice cream sundaes, not knowing what was ahead but knowing God was with us.

And that is our call to worship. Feast because He's God. Feast because the table has been prepared. His love is not in the game plan, but in His presence. The feast is because He's here.

Feast, beloved child of the King. Feast.

Listen to David Crowder's "How He Loves".