I couldn’t help myself- it’s a beautiful day. I opened the door to let the breeze in, and you’ve found your way here- maybe a little early.
But sometimes that’s how grace works. We’re invited in before everything’s perfect.
This is The Tables That Raised Me, a gathering of stories, lessons, and quiet faith inspired by the those who filled my life with love.
The tablecloth isn’t smoothed, and the words are still simmering, but my heart’s already ready for company.
You’re welcome all the same.
Around every table that raised me, there was always a seat waiting- a place for whoever needed warmth, listening, or laughter.
That’s what I hope this space feels like.
I’ll save you a chair,
Shaunta
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