🥄 Table Talk with a Twist

People often say grace at the table and thank God for their food. These days, I find myself negotiating with Him like a southern mom bargaining with a toddler. ‘Lord, please let this broth stay down—and maybe don’t let it send me running to the bathroom again?’

Life without a colon has forced the rest of my digestive system to go freelance. My relationship with food? Let’s just say... it’s not Facebook official anymore…it’s complicated! (Isn’t that one relationship status option) Gone are the days of three square meals. Now, I move between sacred gratitude and food-induced trauma—sometimes all in one sitting.

This week, I’m focusing on mindful eating, enjoying good company, and shifting my thoughts from what’s on my plate to Who’s with me at the table. Because food may have betrayed me, but Jesus never does.

🙏 Food, Faith, and Frustration

Let me be real: I had moments this week when I gave food the death glare—like it was that one coworker who never refills the coffee pot. (Really…why…why do you do that?)

I forced myself to eat despite pain, nausea, and the betrayal of my taste buds. They say, ‘food is medicine.’ I say, ‘medicine tastes better when it’s ice cream’—but alas, here we are.

Matthew 6:31 now reads like it was written just for me:
“Do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’...”

He knows. Even when my meals are liquid, lukewarm, or less than Instagram-worthy, He is still Provider.

🍞 Jesus Knew the Power of a Meal

It’s no accident that Jesus did some of His best ministry over meals. Bread, fish, wine—He knew how to host.

These days, my menu is less ‘miracle feast’ and more ‘heaven, help me with this protein shake,’ but I’m learning.

I’ve stopped obsessing over what’s on the plate and started focusing on the grace around it. Even when my plate is a paper cup and a plastic spoon, there’s still fellowship. And even on broth days, I’m fed by faith.

💡 What I’m Learning at the Table

Here’s what the Lord is showing me between sips of soup and stolen bites of rice and chicken:

- Gratitude isn’t about what’s on your plate—it’s about who’s at your table.
- Control is an illusion. (Like portion control when the chips come out.)
- Even gut-friendly food can be a gift. Yes, even that weird jello.

And now, my go-to prayer before meals:
“Lord, bless this food, settle my stomach, and please… let this not end in regret.”

🧃 Gut-Friendly Food of the Week: Electrolytes

This week’s MVP: electrolyte water.

Yes, I’m hyping water with extra stuff in it. Because hydration is my superpower now. And if adding a pinch of sea salt and a splash of lemon juice makes me feel like a wellness influencer, I’ll take it.

It’s not glamorous—but it’s keeping me on my feet. (And off the floor from fainting, which is the real win.)

💬 Come to the Table Anyway

So… bring your bone broth, your hydration drink, or that one safe food you eat on repeat.

You don’t have to be ‘better’ to come to the table. You just have to come.

And if your place setting looks more like a hospital tray than a Pinterest board—guess what? Jesus is still sitting beside you.

Friend, Pull up a chair. There’s grace waiting.

Let’s Talk:

What food are you learning to trust again?
What Scripture nourishes your soul when food won’t?