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An Invitation to Join Me at the Table

Remember back in elementary school when you would meet your girlfriends under the slide during recess and talk about your "club?"  The very best of these moments involved groups of nice girls who laughed and talked together while beckoning for other girls running by to join them.

I'm part of a club like that and I don't want you to miss it!  The Glorious Table is a place where life is shared and grace is poured out.  You will meet some new friends there who will encourage you right where you are and will find a conversation you will want to join.

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Jump on over, check it out, and pull up a chair.  Today's writer is an old friend of yours - ME!


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