A letter from the founder
About Vickie
Wife, mother, Lovey, and founder of The Sacred Table Co.
Hi, friend. I’m so glad you’re here.
I’m Vickie Sweeting — wife to Michael, mother to Savannah, Ashley, Stephen, and Mitchell, and Lovey to my grandson, Zayn. Lovey was a name I chose on purpose. I want my grandchildren to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that they are loved unconditionally. I’m the founder of The Sacred Table Co., and for as long as I can remember, some of the most sacred moments of my life have happened around a table. It has never mattered whether the food was fancy or simple — store-bought bread, homemade sourdough, or drive-thru on a hard day. What matters is the chair pulled out for whoever walks in tired. Not a performance. A place to belong.
That started early. I grew up in a small Southern Baptist church in High Point, North Carolina, singing in the choir and, from a very young age, in a quartet. Faith wasn’t something we performed on Sundays and set down on Monday — it belonged in the ordinary, in kitchens and hymns and Sunday dinners. I learned it young. I would also wander away from it for years before I found my way back.
For more than twenty-five years I’ve served as an executive in Corporate America — across Finance, HR and Benefits, and Healthcare Technology. I’ve led global teams of more than 4,500 people, and I’ve done it as a servant leader, because I’ve never believed a title is worth much if it isn’t spent on the people in your care. And still — after all of it — my most favorite job has always been being a mom.
Then came the season that changed everything. In a short stretch of life I lost my sense of who I was: we moved to Alabama, I lost my job, and the house emptied out as my children grew and went. For a woman who had led thousands and built her days around her people, the quiet was deafening. I didn’t know who I was without the titles and the noise — and by then I had drifted far from the faith I was raised in. One ordinary morning, sitting in my sunroom, I asked God for a yellow bird, just a small sign that He still saw me. A finch appeared. That was the moment He began to bring me home — back to Himself, and back to myself. The Sacred Table was born out of that season, out of the discovery that I was still seen, still held, still loved, with nothing left to prove.
So this is the work my heart is in now. I’m still leading in Corporate America by day, and building The Sacred Table right alongside it: writing, gathering, and making room. Through The Table — our journal of stories, devotionals, and practices — and through the books, studies, and retreats we’re building, I want to offer what was offered to me. Presence over perfection. Grace over performance. People over appearances.
When I’m not working or gathering, you’ll usually find me chasing good community, planning the next trip, or loving on whatever animal will let me. I’ve loved and lost some sweet ones, and my heart still goes soft for every creature that crosses my path. I crave connection. It’s how I’m wired, and I’ve stopped apologizing for it.
Whatever brought you here today, you don’t have to be finished, fixed, or impressive to sit down. There’s a seat with your name on it. Always has been.
— Vickie
What we believe
Vickie’s Statement of Faith
My faith was planted in a small Southern Baptist church in North Carolina and has been growing ever since. Everything at this table rests on a few quiet convictions. Not a wall to keep anyone out — a foundation, so you know what holds this place up.
I believe in one God, who has always known Himself as Father, Son, and Holy Spirit — three in perfect love, never lonely, never distant. Before there was a table, there was already a fellowship, and we were made to be welcomed into it.
I believe the Scriptures are the inspired and trustworthy Word of God — not a rulebook to measure up to, but the true story we get to live inside. I let them illuminate rather than decorate. When I don’t understand my own life, I keep going back to what He has already said.
I believe in Jesus — fully God and fully with us — who lived, died, and rose so that the distance between us and God could be closed for good. Not by anything I managed to accomplish, but by grace. As Scripture puts it, “it is by grace you have been saved, through faith — and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God — not by works, so that no one can boast” (Ephesians 2:8–9). There is nothing to perform here. The seat was bought for you already.
And I believe hospitality is holy work. Scripture tells us plainly to “share with the Lord’s people who are in need” and to “practice hospitality” (Romans 12:13). A table set in someone’s honor, a chair pulled out, a meal shared — these are not small things. They are how the love of God becomes something you can see, taste, and touch. This is the calling behind everything I make.
That’s it. That’s what The Sacred Table is built on. If you believe it too, wonderful — pull up a chair. And if you’re still figuring out what you believe, you are just as welcome. There’s room to wonder here.
There’s a seat with your name on it. Always has been.
The Sacred Table Co. 