In 1977, just after David and I married, we accepted as position at the Sansom Avenue Church of Christ. We bought furniture...a bedroom suite, a dining room table (just the table and six chairs), appliances, sofa, chair, etc. Furniture at that time must have been better as a whole. We have been through many appliances in the past almost 34 years, but we still use our bedroom dresser, chest, and nightstand. And, amazingly, we still use the same table and all six chairs. Many times I have had in mind buying new dining room furniture, with a hutch and all the trimmings...but then I see my table and my heart will not let it go. Oh if that table could talk! I think of all the wonderful people who have shared meals with us at that table. I see my "babies" in their high chair at that table. I see the scratches that Janelle and Jeannettes little sandals put on the chairs when they were almost brand new...and I would not take anything for those scratches. I think of the Gospel preachers who have sat at that table...many who have gone on to their reward. David's grandparents, my mother, the list goes on and on. Many Thanksgving meals with family and friends too numerous to count or name, Christmas Open House with the table adorned and loaded with all those fattening goodies. Oh the conversations that have been had at that table. Events of normal school days, stories happy and sad, and watching three little kids grow up and bring their spouses and children to the same table. Today as I was dusting the table (yes, sadly we don't use it as much as we should), I was flooded with memories....most of them good. I am thankful that my table has been a part of this family for over three decades and although it is scratched and nicked, it is a special part of our lives.
