A Table Prepared

A Table Prepared: The Presence of Hope in My Kitchen”

Inspired by Psalm 23:5–6

“You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”
-Psalm 23:5–6 (NIV)

There is a sacred rhythm that begins long before dinner is served. It starts with hands in dough, a slow simmer on the stove, the aroma of spices curling through the air—an act of love unfolding in my home. As a home baker and one who delights in cooking for my family, I’ve come to realize this humble space—my kitchen, my table—is more than a place of nourishment. It is a divine altar where hope rises like freshly leavened bread.

Psalm 23 reminds us that the Lord prepares a table for us, even when life feels shadowed by loss, fear, or lack. I used to read those verses thinking of banquets in heavenly courts. But lately, I see it happening right here—in the quiet dailiness of my home. The simple act of preparing a meal, especially during uncertain times, becomes a declaration of trust: God still provides. The dining table is not just furniture. It is a sign of God's faithful presence.

When I set the table, I am reminded that His goodness follows me—even when the world feels unkind, even when grief visits or joy delays. When flour dusts my apron and butter melts into the folds of hot bread, I feel a whisper: “This too is my goodness pursuing you.” God meets us not only in grand gestures, but in everyday graces—like the laughter of family over a warm dish, or the silence of shared bread broken with love.

The kitchen becomes a sanctuary. The food I serve may not solve the world’s burdens, but it wraps my family in care, in hope, in belonging. Just as the Shepherd tends to His sheep with abundance and rest, I am called to tend to my home with warmth and welcome.

In baking and breaking bread, I met the Shepherd again. And I’m assured: His love follows me, and my cup—though cracked by life—overflows.

Couplet:
At my table of love, His mercy is spread,
With each meal I serve, His hope is fed.