ABOUT ME

When I turned 46 back in 2022, I found myself deep in thought about what I wanted the next few years of my life to look like, if God allows. As I’m getting closer to the autumn of life, I kept coming back to the idea of wanting it to be purposeful and meaningful. I want to create a beautiful life. My journey became about exploring what life after 40 could look like. I started imagining what it would be like when I became a grandmother, and what kind of memories I’d want to pass on to my grandkids. I knew I’d love for their little hands to get messy, playing in the dirt. I pictured flour on their faces, lots of giggles, and moments of quiet reflection as I pass on the wisdom I’ve gathered throughout my life.

​

I wanted to learn how to be okay on my own and enjoy my own company.

I also pictured the tables in my home filled with people I love, serving them. I never thought I’d love serving others, especially since I scored the lowest on “serving” in my spiritual gifts test. haha! But as I got older, I realized how much I love making everyone feel welcome. I no longer see it as a mundane task; there is so much beauty in it.

I also knew I wanted to take better care of myself (still working on that) and never lose that childlike joy of putting on a pretty dress and lipstick.

​

As this journey began, God placed the right people in my life, each one shaping my heart in different ways. Here I am, a carefree, middle-aged girl, exploring the simple, beautiful parts of life. I tried a lot of things, loved some, and let go of the ones that might lead me away from Christ.

​

Slowly, everything seemed to be leading back to one place: the table. It’s funny when I think about it now, my life was already shaping itself around memories of my grandmother’s sister making an orange cake over three days, or my mom inviting people into our tiny flat. It all takes me back to those moments of pure happiness, with the smell of something delicious in the oven, a hearty meal on the stove, and me as the youngest, given the simple task of setting the table every Sunday. What was the deeper meaning behind all of this?

​

Now, I find myself falling in love with setting a table,  It all began with a simple question at 46. What do I want the rest of my life to look like? And somehow, it took me right back to my childhood, to the joy I felt in preparing for people to gather around the table. I feel so thankful for this full-circle moment, to be able to set a table once again.

​

But God...

​

A WELCOMING TABLE has become more than a place to sit, it is a purposeful space for connection, healing and hope. I believe and experienced it myself that transformation happens when we feel seen, heard and loved. This is why my heart is to create gatherings, weather our intimate gatherings a table of eight (8), workshops or just heartfelt conversation where woman can lay down their burdens and breathe again.

​

This is a place for GRACE-FILLED restoration.  A place to discover who you are, what you need, how deeply you are loved and that you matter. Here we welcome honesty no matter how harsh it might seem. Together we find strenght in each others stories, freedom in our faith and  joy in our journeys.

​

It is my prayer that we will meet soon or you for you to create these spaces for the woman know and love.

​

Let's gather.

​

You sister in Christ,

Zelna Harrison

​

​