A Feast of Kept Promises

Spread for me a banquet of praise, 

serve High God a feast of kept promises. . . 

                                      –Psalm 50 (The Message)

When I was about 7 years old, my Dad promised me that I could take ballet lessons if I got straight A’s on my report card.  And I did, so off to years of ballet I went.

But what I didn’t know at the time and only learned much later from my Mom was that they really couldn’t afford those lessons and my Dad had made the promise never believing that I could or would make the straight A’s.

When I proudly brought my report card home, Mom asked Dad, “So what are you going to do now?”

Well, my Dad kept that promise, a promise he could ill afford.

To me, kept promises look like ballet slippers and ballet slippers look like sacrifice.

God’s feast of kept promises is a wonderful table beautifully spread, only this time, rather than being served by God, it is we who are the host and God the guest.

I wonder what your own feast of kept promises looks like?