Over the years, I have learned that food helps to build trust and opens a way for healing to take place just by making them feel safer. With GeQwan’s love for cooking, we have spent numerous hours in the kitchen and at our dining room table trying to connect. Sometimes in between chopping and sautéing, he would let a little scrap of his life fall on the counter between us.
My job as a foster mom is never to “fix” anyone but rather to give them a seat at our table and let them know they are enough. I don’t know what it’s like to go hungry, but I do know something about brokenness and I’m so grateful Jesus says to me, “Julie, you are enough. Come as you are, and you will always have a seat at my table.”
**This post was written by Julie Boatman Mavis and originally appeared on her Facebook page.
