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I’m No Longer Satisfied With Crumbs – By Terri Fullerton

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I’m No Longer Satisfied With Crumbs – By Terri Fullerton

This writer also happens to be a dear friend. I am honored to share Terri Fullerton’s words with you today. I know her story and it’s good in a hard and healing sort of way. I’m honored she would allow me to share even a page of it here on EPFH. Read on as Terri encourages us to not settle for sitting underneath the table when we have been given a seat of honor at the most beautiful one.


I’m No Longer Satisfied With Crumbs – By Terri Fullerton

A person doesn’t settle for crumbs unless she is starving, scared or ashamed.

I grew up in the terror of domestic violence Survival became a fortress. It helped me endure as a child, but it also became a prison.

Later I settled in relationships, conversations and circumstances that were not life giving.

Eating “beneath the table” seemed safe, like a fort my brothers and I built as children. Instead of tattered quilts and sheets pulled off from beds, shame and fear draped the sides. Lies clamped the self-protective blankets and held them in place.

Crumbs fail to feed our God-given hunger.

Yet I settled for crumbs because I believed the clamoring lies.

You don’t deserve anything else.

There is no room for you at the table.

You are not worthy to sit with the others.

You will never get out.

No one wants you there.

It’s not safe.

When I started to hear the compassionate whisper of truth, the enemy turned up his volume of lies.

Isn’t this always the case?

I had a choice to make.

Do I believe the lies that feel true or do I believe the truth that seems like a lie?

I'm No Longer Satisfied With Crumbs

Christ squatted down and met me beneath the table.  We have such a loving God who meets us where we are. He didn’t give me bigger crumbs. He didn’t shame me. He cupped my face and asked me to trust him. He extended his hand of grace and helped me to stand.

He led me out me out because our faith is not deepened in our forts of safety.

That presence in my life created a hunger that initially opened a deep wound. Longing and desire felt wrong. It was excruciating. I squirmed. I looked down.  I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt and twirled my wedding ring, yet he led me to a place at the table.

He sat me in community with others. Fiery white anxiety shot through my body. It was uncomfortable. I wanted to bolt. Yet crumbs failed to sustain me. At the table is where I belonged. Healing doesn’t come in our isolation. It comes through community.

It’s far more than I could have ever asked or imagined.

If you’ve settled for crumbs in any area, God is gently leading you to a place at the table.

Will you join me?

Terri

First posted at TSuzanneEller.com and used with permission by the author, terrifullerton.com


Terri FullertonTerri is a wife, mother of two adult daughters and perpetual dog owner. She loves writing, reading, photography, hiking, snowshoeing, traveling and collecting fossils. She values questions that lead to deeper questions as they cultivate the soil for deeper roots of faith. Terri is a mentor at FaithWorks where she also leads Bible studies. She rotates teaching a Bible Study at the Haskell Detention Center and Jail.  Terri is a recent graduate of WritersBootCamp led by Margaret Feinberg and Jonathan Merritt. You can find more of her writing and follow her on her blog at terrifullerton.com.

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