My Hungry Soul

This morning a simple line in a song struck me:

"I am the beggar, You are the table"

Indeed I am a beggar. I come to Him at every Mass with nothing but open hands, and, miraculously, His Body is placed within my palms. He is indeed the table and He fills me. Always and unconditionally.

I am ever grateful that we have a God who desires to unite with us in this way. I come to Him empty and I leave with fullness in my soul.

What a beautiful table He sets!