Around My Mobile Kitchen

One of the deciding factors when we bought the house we’re living in now was the spacious kitchen. I was impressed with the kitchen; obviously, the former owner loved to cook. The center island is big enough to accommodate a family of 6 (and we’re only 4!). Indeed, our kitchen is larger than the master bedroom and adjoining bathroom combined. Then, two years ago, we ripped off the old tiled countertops and replaced them with granite. Our kitchen now looks much more modern and sleek than ever before. Spacious and sleek. But the thing is – I never cook there. That is, since I fell ill in 2003.

To support my desire to cook and bake for the family (and help me pass the time of being homebound because of my illness), my husband had a mobile kitchen built for me. It’s made of wood, sturdy, and has shelves and wheels. It’s stationed at the far corner of our bedroom (last year, we acquired a portion of our patio to extend our bedroom). Since then, my mobile kitchen has become the hub of our family’s activities.

It is the gatherer of the family even, and especially, amid pain and turmoil to thank God for His mercies. For I have found out that the powerful antidote to rifts, divisions, and misunderstandings is a table laden with home cooked goodness sprinkled with sacrificial love and a mother’s straining for Christ’s light and beauty amid the ugly. At times, I call my mobile kitchen our thanksgiving table as hurting and hostile hearts are transformed in humility and gratitude and in surrender to Jesus’ faithful love.

A silent witness to a number of angry and painful exchange of words and tears shed, it is also a very tangible presence in victories won and celebrations of God’s deliverances. The hearer of expressions of regret, teary reconciliations, and heartwarming affirmations of love. And stories. Hundreds of them. Stories of long ago, of butterflies and fireflies, and of the very recent.

We lay our Bible on it, after the dishes have been cleared and the crumbs wiped out, to read and talk about the everlasting words that keep us alive and knitted together and that supply our peace and joy and every need and more. Much more.

Countless numbers of muffins, breads, cookies, and liters of ice cream, and other scrumptious desserts have “come into being” on my mobile kitchen, as well as generous servings of laughter, banter, and love.

School works, reviews, repairs by the handyman husband, chess games, and endless Facebooking happen around my mobile kitchen.

You prepare a table before me…
My cup runs over. (Part of Ps. 23:5)

My mobile kitchen is NOT a reminder of my disability but of God’s goodness and faithfulness and His constant presence in the lives of His children – in celebrations and in griefs, in triumphs, failures, and getting back up again. It tells the story of His mercies bestowed every morning and told over and over again. 

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Journey with Jesus,


  1. Beth says:

    Thank you for inviting me into your mobile kitchen. What a wonderful description of a physical place that has made a spiritual and emotional difference. Your words made me feel like I’ve cozied right up around your treat of the day, and I can feel the love even from here. Thank you for linking to Unforced Rhythms.

    • RinaPeru says:

      Oh, what a wonderful Lord we serve! He it is who serves us around His table of grace, Beth, that we could all be partakers, whosoever will heed His call. Blessings to you today!

  2. Barbie says:

    What a beautiful place to gather with loved ones. Thank you for sharing at The Weekend Brew!

    • RinaPeru says:

      This small table is deeply meaningful to us, Barbie. It has gathered us in love when hearts were hurting. Blessings to you!

  3. Hazel Moon says:

    Your mobile kitchen is a bringing together of the entire family where you can fellowship with each other. It is a wonderful tribute to a place where God also meets. Thank you for sharing your lovely story with us here at “Tell Me a Story.”

  4. What an example of God’s mercy and how He sees us. Love it!

    • RinaPeru says:

      As Hazel said, the Lord meets us wherever we gather to honor and praise Him, yes, even around our dining tables.

  5. Beautiful post! So lovely to hear of the gatherings and the way it works ministry in your home.

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