This morning, early in the hours before the sun rose and as the stars twinkled rubbing their eyes of the last precious moments of rest, my family pulled into the hotel at 4:32 in the morning. Fall is beginning and summer is fading to an end. My oh my has the Lord been sweet.

Nervous about our upcoming date party as schedules begin to roll around for classes and being in a sorority, I texted my friend to ask for help. He asked me if this was an invitation to the date party or if I wanted him to help me find a date. And this began a trail of thoughts.

Invitation. For as long as I can remember, I have longed to feel wanted and invited. This summer at camp, we studied Christological pictures, or Jesus Christ throughout the Old Testament. One of my favorite stories was of a man named Mephibosheth, who was lame in both feet and threatened King David’s kingdom as a grandson of his enemy.

But David does something radical. He chooses to show this lame man and enemy of his throne God’s kindness, and invite him to eat at his table for all of the days of his life; the King’s table.

In the same way, we too are enemies of God, helpless on our own, and from nothing (the town from which Mephibosheth was from was called Lo Debar, which means nothing). Yet God shows kindness to us and invites us not only to His table, but adopts us into His family as His own.

As this summer comes to an end and I leave the place I love and have come to call home these past ten years, I am comforted by the hope that though this may have been my last expression night of the year, it is not the last expression of God’s goodness. Though it may have been my last time dipping my toes in the waters of the Quemahoning Reservoir, it is not the last time that I will venture out into deep waters by the Spirit’s leading into places where my trust is without borders. Though it may be my very last time with these sweet new friends, we press on in the hope of eternity when we will be reunited as adopted family of our Father, God. Though it may be the end of a chapter, it is not the end of God’s story for me and you.

My hope for the time ahead is to invite, to welcome others into my suite, my temporary home, and into my life.

…Because we loved you so much, we were delighted to share with you not only the gospel of God but our lives as well.” ~ 1 Thessalonians 2:8

May you and I always remember that we are invited and adopted into the family of God. We simply have to say yes. The invitation is always open on this earth, and God is waiting to embrace us and make us His own.




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