Hi friends!
As I mentioned in our last lesson, we’re starting something new. It’s a book called Under the Table & How to Get Up. It’s a great book based on a story called “The Turkey Prince,” and at first, you’ll think it’s a children’s tale. It isn’t. It’s one of those stories that looks soft until it starts reading you back.
It opens with a story of a prince who thinks he’s a turkey. He takes off his clothes, crawls under the royal table, and stays there. The king calls every doctor, every expert, every voice with credentials, and nothing works.
Then a quiet, wise man walks in. He doesn’t argue. He doesn’t call the boy crazy. He takes off his own clothes, sits under the table beside him, and when the prince asks who he is, the man says, “I’m a turkey too.”
That’s how the healing begins. Not with speeches or corrections, but with presence. The man builds trust, and when the time is right, he says, “Turkeys can wear shirts.” Later, “Turkeys can wear pants.”
He keeps going, one small change at a time, until the prince is sitting at the table again. The boy never feels forced. He just finds his way back to himself.
We all have a little “under the table” place in our own hearts. Some fear we don’t name. Some habit we keep feeding crumbs to. Something that tells us we don’t belong with the whole, well-fed world.
The truth is, we do. Our Father’s table was never closed to us. We just forgot our seat was still there.
The work of getting up isn’t loud. It’s the quiet choice to try again. To do the next right thing. To remember that dignity and divinity can fit in the same body, even when it’s shaking.
