Bread & Wine Guest Post #1
It was always at the landing of our stairwell that I found I had to pause and collect myself. There was always this moment when I would confront the smells of whatever was about to be served for dinner, and in a split second, a wave of nausea would nearly knock me down.
Our twins are now nearly five months old, but I can remember every moment of being pregnant with them, especially the moments colored in green with sick. I got pregnant with them one month after we moved into our dream home – a sturdy American Foursquare built in 1923 in the heart of our city – and so most of our first year in this home tells the tale of one of the most challenging seasons of my life.
The thing we loved most about our home from the moment we first walked in the door is the dining room. Big enough to comfortably seat eight, lots of windows, and French doors that open to the backyard, it’s a hospitality dream come true. And so from the minute we unpacked the last of the kitchen boxes, we began inviting people over. Friends, family, co-workers, whoever would say Yes to our invitation, we set a place for at our table.
But then I was sick and was loathe to get out of bed. My husband, however, is a persistent dude. And he has a heart for hospitality like no one I know. And so he kept the smoker running and the grill fired up and the skillets sizzling and the whipped cream whipped. He extended invitations and set the table and hand washed our fine china coffee cups and ran the dishwasher. And all the while I whimpered and moaned and sipped my ginger ale.
But as I reflect back on those torturous months, I realize that though I could barely bear the smell of the food my husband prepared and served – let alone partake of it – that doesn’t mean that I was precluded from the feasting.
As an extrovert, I crave the company of others. Without interaction with others, I fall into a deep, dark place, but I was in no condition to tend to my need for others in those days. And I can see now that one of the most beautiful ways my husband served me through that long, lonely season was the way he kept the table open and the dining room filled with life.
Our family, our friends, our neighbors, our pastors … all of them came and offered their company to keep me from starving.
In Bread and Wine, Shauna talks about how people don’t want or expect perfection in the homes of others – they just want a warm place to feel at home. I found that to be resoundingly true as people poured out grace over me – the half of the hosting couple who couldn’t eat a bite – by drawing me out of myself with gentleness, humor, and constant refills of ginger ale.
I learned so much in those weeks when my belly grew so big, not the least of which is the lengths my husband will go to to love me. But more than that, I learned that even in the moments of life when we most resist it, the moments we’re sure we can’t bear it, that there is hope and healing and life and light to be found around the table in the company of those we love.
By Megan Tietz of SortaCrunchy, who with her husband and four children happily make their home in the heart of Oklahoma City. Please visit her blog to learn more about her, and comment to let her know how much you enjoyed her submission!
photo by swaminathan
A Guest Post Second Helping!
The Supper Club {An Experiment in Community}
Do you feel a little desperate for a girls’ night out sometimes? Me, too. Sometimes I casually tell my girlfriends that I’d love a night out, but inside I know Something’s Gotta Give. It’s natural to crave friendship: sitting around a table together eating and chatting recharges our batteries.
That’s how the email began, the email that I sent to 20-something ladies earlier this month in an attempt to start a monthly Sunday night supper club, an idea that had gently brewed for a couple of months but gathered steam while reading about Shauna Niequist’s monthly Cooking Club in Bread & Wine.
“Friendship is acting out God’s love for people in tangible ways.”
I sprinkled quotes from Bread & Wine throughout the email and outlined a plan for incorporating monthly themes like:
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Oh, y’all, this is gold from Dawn Camp! Please click through to her blog, My Home Sweet Home, to continue reading “The Supper Club {An Experiment in Community}“. You’ll be so encouraged!
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Deb Stevens says
Thank you so much for bearing your heart! I’m so sorry you were not feeling your best when I’m sure all you wanted was to entertain, surround yourself with familiar voices and loving arm touches. Like myself, an extrovert 😉 And your home sounds so dreamy!! I’m heading over to your blog now! …
Andrea says
Sounds like you have have a wonderful husband to be so persistent with you. And like Deb, the house sounds incredible! Thank you. I just moved into my house and I am looking for ways to branch out. We are trying a new church this weekend!!!!!
Lyli @3-D Lessons for Life says
I spent most of last year really sick after a terrible surgery. One afternoon, two friends came over and made smoothies (that was all I could hold down). We played Skip Bo and watched a movie. I needed them and didn’t know it….
Your post reminded me of how they loved me…
Your husband sounds like a keeper. 🙂
Dawn Camp says
That’s a great husband you have. This sounds like something mine would do, although I giggle imagining him knowing how to whip cream (it’s never as restful when you have to give instructions, huh?).
Ami Adams (@twoprissies) says
How awesome your husband is and how amazing is the way he loves you. Sounds like mine. 🙂
~Karrilee~ says
Beautiful… and I remember well that Green… what a blessed woman to have such a giving and serving hubby! Sounds a lot like mine! Loved this post… and I am loving this book!
Emily says
Megan … Loved your post. Our first home was an old mill house we bought & remodeled. It had that “square” design. Old creaky wood floors. We loved it so much. Heading to your blog!
Dawn- Can’t wait to read the rest of your post on the Supper Club. Heading there next. I would love to start a supper club. My parents use to do a progressive dinner with friends in their Sunday school, such fun! And I reeeeeally like how y’all called this “A Second Helping”. Clever! 😉
Lisa Jacobson says
Oh, I can so relate to this! I would get so sick every time I was pregnant and eating and cooking (let alone entertaining) was such a challenge. In our case, my husband is the extravert, but I’m grateful for how he kept things going…and people coming…during those “green months”. Thank you for sharing your beautiful story!
Dee Wilcox says
I loved this post. My husband has that same gift of hospitality. He actually learned to cook when I was pregnant with my daughter. I had that lovely combination of nausea and exhaustion. Supper would have been takeout for months had he not stepped in. It was one of the most loving ways he took care of me. Thank you for sharing! 🙂
Leah Feild says
That was lovely, Megan. I so miss you guys!
Alia Joy says
That’s a good husband. I am so glad you didn’t starve during your pregnancy because I know how being really sick can make it unbearable to do anything for yourself. I remember sitting with you at Blissdom 2 years ago and how you just light up a conversation. I felt like I’d known you forever. Anyone can practice hospitality, but some people really shine in it, and you’re one of those. I’d have you at my table any day.
Amy Ward says
Megan,
I loved your story of company tending you in community being a huge helping of healing for you during your sequestered time even if you couldn’t stomach morsels of food. What a blessing. Thanks for sharing your story here.
Patricia says
“But more than that, I learned that even in the moments of life when we most resist it, the moments we’re sure we can’t bear it, that there is hope and healing and life and light to be found around the table in the company of those we love.”
Oh Megan, this beautiful line made me tear up…in my case, it’s introversion and social anxiety, rather than pregnancy-induced nausea, that makes me really have to drag myself sometimes to the table–in my case, others’ tables, in order to receive their generous hospitality. I don’t think i’ve ever regretted going once i’ve gone, though–others have blessed me by pulling me out of myself (whether they meant to or not!) and letting me know of the goodness in the world. Like you, i am blessed to have a husband who is a partner in that process. It sounds like your dining room is a very special place. 🙂
Lori Harris says
Oh how I have lived the morning sickness- 6 times, in fact, but some of my most favorite memories around the table have been born in my moments of being dragged to the table. The casseroles and fruit and desserts and bags of ice that have been delivered to my doorstep, served by my friends and family, and then brought to me on a tray make me smile even now.
Love your post, friend~ thank you for sharing!
Nadia says
Ms. Megan, I LOVE this!!! “Our family, our friends, our neighbors, our pastors … all of them came and offered their company to keep me from starving.” That’s it. I’m starving for community!!! Thanks you for the ah ha moment.