I'd love to challenge ya'll to do this too. I'm sure you can find 30 minutes in your day. It doesn't have to be good writing, in fact it most likely won't be. You just need to get the words on the paper. So here's what I came up with--definitely not polished and perfected, but it is do-able. ready, set, go.
Time was taken to make the table beautiful, to prepare with love beforehand what would be so quickly consumed. Mother, my sister, and I poured hours into this celebration feast (as we do every week). It is devoured within minutes. Silverware set on either side of brightly colored plates, double salt and pepper, food steaming in the dishes set in the middle of the square table. Wine catches the light in its special way—made even more special because only on the Sabbath do we uncork the aged juice and pull out the stemware. A cloth and flickering candles adorn the oak table, dressing it up from its every day service-garb. The ladies stir and scrub and slice; the boys clear away the week’s motely collection; Dad grils to perfection: everything is prepared and waiting. This dinner is not a come when you please, just pop it in the microwave meal. It is not another quick bite and rush out the door. Today we sit together as a family—all eight of us—and delight in each other’s company. Song books are opened before we dig in and we bow to give thanks with hearts overflowing. Heavy wooden chairs slide up to the table and napkins unfold. Eagar faces smile expectantly as Daddy serves the green beans, potatoes, steak. Full plates are passed around, only to be emptied and sent back for more. We feast. Dessert is in the fridge, ready to be pulled out when the coffee pot beeps.