The Family Table: Homemade Pizza and the Joy of the Father’s House
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BAKING DEVOTION WEEK
Wandering Armenian
7/14/20252 min read
The Family Table: Homemade Pizza and the Joy of the Father’s House
"The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. Now if we are children, then we are heirs..."
(Romans 8:16-17 NIV)
Tonight, the aroma of homemade pizza fills the house. The dough has risen, the toppings carefully chosen—tomato sauce, fresh basil, mozzarella, and a touch of olive oil. The family gathers, each one contributing—someone grates the cheese, another slices the vegetables. Soon, the pizza is baked golden and crisp, and we sit together at the table, sharing laughter, conversation, and simple joy.
This table is more than a meal — it’s a picture of the Father’s house. Romans 8 has brought me here: to the heart of what it means to be a child of God. In the kitchen of my life, I am not alone. I have been adopted into God’s family, invited to His table, secure in His love, free from fear and condemnation.
The Spirit leads me not only in my baking, but in every area of life—teaching me to live as a beloved daughter or son, confident that nothing can separate me from His care. Even when life brings trials, uncertainties, or sorrow, I have this unshakable truth: I belong to Him.
Just as each ingredient finds its place on the pizza, God arranges the details of my life, blending my gifts, weaknesses, and circumstances into something that nourishes others and brings Him glory. The meal we share tonight is a small taste of the eternal feast that awaits God’s children — where joy is complete, fellowship unbroken, and love everlasting.
Prayer:
Father, thank You for inviting me to Your table. Teach me to live daily in the joy of Your family, sharing Your love with those around me. As I bake, serve, and gather with my loved ones, remind me of the greater feast You are preparing. May my kitchen always reflect the warmth of Your house. Amen.
Reflection Poem:
In Your house, the table's spread,
Daily bread and hearts are fed.
Child of grace, I rest secure,
Loved forever, strong and sure.
