The Missing Chair

Dear Friend,

Okay so… I was setting the table today and had one of those random thoughts that just popped into my head out of nowhere. 😅

Most people only notice the chairs that are full. Hardly anyone ever pays attention to the empty ones. And honestly? I think it’s because the empty chairs are kinda rude. They just sit there quietly, asking all these questions nobody really wants to answer.

Like… who used to sit there?
Who’s missing?
And who are we still hoping will show up? 🪑

It’s funny, you know? A table can be completely packed with people and still feel kinda lonely. And then sometimes it’s just two people sitting across from each other, and somehow the whole room feels warmer. ✨

I used to think I needed a ton of people around me to feel like I belonged. More friends, more family, more noise, more proof that I actually mattered. But lately I’ve been wondering if that’s not quite right.

I think belonging might be simpler than that. Maybe it’s just knowing that if your chair was empty, someone would actually notice. Someone would miss you being there. 🥺

That’s probably why I love kitchens so much. Not just because of the food (though let’s be real, that’s a huge part of it 😋). It’s because kitchens are where people learn they have a seat. A real one. Not because they’re impressive or perfect or always say the right thing. Just because someone wants them there.

I think that’s part of the reason God keeps inviting people to tables. The invitation says something really sweet without needing to say much at all:

“I saved you a spot.” 💛

Anyway, that’s all for now. My tea’s gone cold again. I swear I do this every single time. ☕️

If you’re sitting somewhere by yourself tonight, I hope you remember this:

Somewhere out there, there’s a chair with your name on it. And someone is really glad when you’re sitting in it.

Until next time,
Ellie