I still can’t shake one of my favorite quotes from Love Big, Be Well.
“While it’s important to locate good coffee, it’s essential to find good people whose love for their little nook of the world leaves you wanting to love your little own nook better.”
Good coffee and good people make life a little sweeter. I learned that lesson and a few others at my great grandma’s kitchen table. A table where there was always coffee, sometimes cheese cubes and pretzel sticks, usually (and hopefully) homemade bread, sometimes heavy whipping cream, sometimes half and half, always conversation, and usually an old cool whip container filled with color crayons.
In her way, right at her kitchen table, she made her little nook of the world better. She made it better by just being there with coffee, teaching about life by talking about a life covered in grace, and the heavy whipping cream and homemade bread didn’t hurt either…
I heard (was taught) at the age of 12 to not take my hubby for granted.
I was not anywhere near marrying age. I wasn’t a super mature 12 year old…remember the color crayons I’m sure I was still anxious to dive into them when I walked through the door. Listening to Grandma talk about Grandpa Edgar brought tears to my eyes even at 12 with no understanding of what marriage was really like. Grandma reminisced about when her and grandpa fought she would just stop speaking to him (my husband may count this as a blessing…haha). She admitted she would take back every one of those minutes if she could. When a lady at the table complained about a snoring husband her eyes fogged up and she softly said ‘What I wouldn’t give to hear Edgar snore again…’
It seems so tiny but all of these conversations had a huge impact on me and how I see the world.
I heard how to be a patient and grace-filled parent.
I write heard because I may have been taught it through these conversations but I am surely no expert. Grandma recounted stories of her youngest son coming home later than she would have enjoyed. She would place the bible open. I have no idea what verse it was open to but I do know each night that uncle would sit at the table and read. It didn’t come off as judgment but loving a kid who was not acting as parents would appreciate.
Life is ugly and hard.
Without warning she lost her three year old son Dean. Somethings will hurt until you see Jesus face to face. She did not speak of him often but when she did she spoke of him fondly and near the end of her life she spoke of getting to see him again, soon. I intensely remember her recounting that he said to her the day he went to meet Jesus. “Don’t worry Mama I will be Okay.”
How to be a casual host.
At grandmas there was never hustle and bustle. It was calm. It was a kitchen table with coffee and a listening ear. And always something to snack on. There were never comments or worry over what needed to be done that day or what needed to be cleaned.
I learned that so much can happen at a kitchen table even if it looks like so little.
“You shall therefore lay up these words of mine in your heart and in your soul, and you shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. You shall teach them to your children, talking to them when you are sitting in your house, and when you are walking by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. You shall write them on the door posts of your house and on your gates, that your days and the days of your children may be multiplied in the land that the Lord swore to your fathers to give them as long as the heavens are above the earth.” Deuteronomy 11:18-22