There’s a quiet kind of grace found at the table—a place where the noise of daily life slows and God’s presence feels nearer. Luke 22:14–15 reminds us that Jesus deeply desired time at the table with His friends. That same invitation extends to us: to pause, to savor, and to step out of the rush of chronos time and into the soul-settling rhythm of kairos—God’s time. Whether shared with others or enjoyed in peaceful solitude, the table can become a sacred space where our hearts are refilled. Highlights Jesus modeled intentional, meaningful moments around the table. Small choices—like candles, real dishes, or slowing the pace—help us step into God-centered time. The table can create a boundary against stress, hurry, and digital distraction. Kairos moments often come through simple acts of presence, connection, and gratitude. Communing with God at the table—alone or with others—shifts our focus from exhaustion to rest. Creating beauty in ordinary moments can soften the heart and open space for reflection. A quiet table can become a reminder that God meets us in everyday rhythms. Gift Inspiration: Crosswalk's Holiday Gift Guide Looking for a meaningful way to celebrate the season? Check out our Holiday Gift Guide—from beautifully illustrated Bibles and devotionals to novels, greeting cards, and picture books, there’s something for everyone on your list. Wrap up stories for loved ones, tuck a book into your own nightstand, and join us in celebrating the wonder of giving this Christmas! Full Transcript Below: The Grace of a Quiet Table and a Full Heart  By Deidre Braley  Bible Reading:When the hour came, he (Jesus) reclined at the table, and the apostles with him. Then he said to them, “I have fervently desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer.” - Luke 22:14-15 I have a confession to make: My husband and I often eat dinner on the couch.  Though I have wonderful visions of eating at the table with our children, sharing about our days, and passing the potatoes, the reality is that with three children under the age of seven, evenings in our household often involve pouting over vegetables, lively play in dinosaur pajamas, and occasional tears about toothbrushing. And by the time everyone finally makes it to bed, the thought of being upright any longer feels too heavy a burden to bear.  “Think we should eat at the table tonight?” my husband will ask tentatively, a plate in each hand.  “Not tonight,” I’ll say most nights. “The couch is calling my name.” And then I’ll plop down, an exhausted pile of mush.  But last week, I made a parmesan risotto and slow-cooked beef tips, and I spooned it into pretty bowls. It looked so lovely that I thought, “Well, I’ll put out the cloth napkins.” After I did that, it only seemed right to l

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