Let us break bread together on our knees / Josh Garrels
There’s only one thing I want in 2014, and it’s summed up in that song lyric above. May my hands be breaking bread with more friends on their knees, may I be the sort of person who default-drops to her knees, may I lean ever harder and surer on the One who’s always loved me. May I make six-course New Year’s Day lunches with my husband and his brother, which start with pear stacks like these, and see them—even those sweet, refreshing small plates—from the broader, larger view of being part of a broader, larger story, one that I am not the author of. May I rejoice in the beauty of a pretty plate because it points to a greater Beauty I was made to see, may I rejoice in the work of planning because I am loved by a Greater Planner who’s never weary, may I run to Him and cling to Him and not waste another moment thinking anything, ever, could even hope to fill me more.