Coming to the Table

I went and studied in a coffee shop.  It’s one of the quirky and whimsical ones in the area.  There are so many coffee shops around and they all have a different feel.  There are the ones that are good for the coffee, ones that are good for the tea, ones that are good for the food, ones that are good for studying, and ones that are good for having conversations.  It struck me how odd it is that each coffee shop is different.  They all serve coffee, and all will make you a latte.  But…they all taste different.  And because they are different you enjoy your time there and get work done in different ways.  It reminds me of how we as people are all different.  We all bring something to the table.  And we bring different things to the table depending on who we plan to meet there and what our purpose is.  How neat is it that we bring something to each situation that is unique.

I am so thankful that I don’t have to be the same as the guy or girl sitting next to me.  I am so glad that I have something to offer the world, or someone’s world, that no one else can bring.   As we get ready to sit around a table, whether it is full of family or friends, what are you bringing?  What do you offer up that no one else can bring to that table? 

Is it peace? 

Is it a gentle spirit? 

A booming laugh? 

A listening ear? 

A curious intelligence?

My roommate was so encouraged to know that there are 9 intelligences in her psychology book.  She feels as if she doesn’t think the same way as her sister and brothers.  Which is ok, it’s good.  But in a way I believe that each person has a unique intelligence.  They might seem like some of the categories her textbooks describe, but none of us fit in a box.  We are all different.

We all might be the same coffee drink, but we all taste a little different.  We all offer up something that is not the same.

 For that I am grateful