Chances are I have spent more time in this nook than in my own bed over the last three years. I have applied to graduate school while sitting here, listened to friends tell their precious stories here, I have cried a thousand tears here about papers, loved ones, dreams lost, and risks won. I have wrapped my hands around a cup of coffee and prayed for grace at this table. I have cooked meals and baked bread that started as ingredients on this table.
It is only a place but it has become sacred. It has become the place I sit to pause and nourish the body and soul. I am thankful for this nook and the memories it now holds, the laughter it has echoed, and the tears it has caught. This is what makes a simple place, in an ordinary kitchen, sacred to me.