Coffee, Talk and few Friendships Along The Way

Sissy lent me two amazing books by Shauna Niequist.20140721-083910-31150640.jpgOh my goodness! I laughed. I cried. And I nodded my head in complete agreement. Shauna is completely transparent in sharing her life and the short chapters make you believe that you are one of the lucky ones to be a part of her story.

One of the many aspects of Shauna that resonated with me is her determination for real relationships. Sure, we wave at our neighbors when we walk by, but have we ever sat in their kitchen and had coffee? What about the small talk we have with our friends at church on our way out the door, doesn’t that count as “real”? I think Shauna would agree that both of these situations are good starting points, but don’t necessarily fill our need for true intimate friendships.

Shauna has a group of friends that meet regularly in each other’s homes. There are toys on the floor. The laundry isn’t folded. Kids are running around. But the coffee is hot. The hugs are warm. And the conversation never stops.

Ohhhhh…..my heart yearns for that intimacy with girlfriends. I’ve had it before. It is so special. But it’s been a few years and I need it again. I figured I was the only one with this need. Surely, everyone else has loads of friends, confidence and their lives are just fine. So, being a bit self-serving, I started asking around, trying to see if there was anyone else out there in need of real talk, a big heart and girl time.

Well, wouldn’t you know, every woman I asked is craving the same thing that I am…Real Relationships! A few weeks ago, I shared my heart’s change from youth leader to women’s ministry. Where’s a better place to start than with the women in my church? So, I put out an email saying that I was going to be at Barnes and Noble at 7:00 pm and hoped they could join me. I had no idea who would show up. Four of us sat down. And you know what? It was the perfect four. One mom was sending her oldest off to college and the child was acting so defiant, moody and was hard to love right now. The three others of us have had children go off to college, so we completely knew where she was coming from. From our own experience, we were able to reassure her that this was God’s way of cutting those apron strings and letting the child’s wings fly. Four women. One mom worried about her son acting so strangely. And three moms who have experienced the same thing.

The next week, I sent out the same text, Barnes and Noble at 7:00. Three of us showed up. Two of whom, I don’t think really knew each other. One mom is grappling with deep, mixed emotions with the adoption of her daughter. The child was 12 when she came home. It’s hard. It isn’t like bringing home an innocent baby. With an older child, there is so much baggage and unknowns to be worked out. Additionally having two biological children in the home, this can cause some chaos in the household. If this was me, I may even question God why He led me to do this. So here we are, three women at Barnes and Noble. Who knew that the woman sitting beside my hurting friend, was actually adopted herself at an older age. Wow! Coincidence? I don’t think so. No one else needed to be there. Just us.

As Shauna showed me, it doesn’t take a fancy invitation, just a quick email or text. The location only needs to be easy, your house-as is or a neighborhood coffee shop. And an open heart. I found that it wasn’t in the quantity of people who showed up…it was the quality.

20140721-104953-38993659.jpgThanks for dropping by!

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If It’s Dead, It Can’t Die and other decorating ideas

20131125-154949.jpgJust a few more days and the Thanksgiving Hoo-Ha will begin! I was feeling a bit smug at my ability to be ahead of the game. My front stoop is all decorated.

20131125-155208.jpgTrees are blazing orange, red and yellows.

20131125-155340.jpgPumpkins are piled to really set the fall theme.

Ok. So maybe that was last week. This is what it looks like today…two days before company arrives.

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20131125-155609.jpgThis is so sad! I kind of pride myself on having a pretty setting outside on the back deck and walking up to my front door. Not this year!

20131125-155943.jpgInside, I decorated my door panels with beautiful, extra large leaves.

20131125-160057.jpgCheck it out! One was a foot wide! Gorgeous!

20131125-160141.jpgWellll, now it looks like this. All brown and shriveled up. Not quite the same effect I had when I first put them up. What am I going to do? Thirty or so guests are showing up and everything I’ve planted is dead. I say…Go with the dead stuff!

20131125-160447.jpgI was dog sitting last week and in their back yard were some sort of pine trees that were dropping their needles. I gathered up an armful and took them home. My friend thought I was crazy, but after showing her a picture, she agreed it looked pretty on my mantle.

20131125-160905.jpgAs I was clipping the light brown grass from the side of the road, a friend driving by questioned my aesthetics. What? Does she not use roadside weeds to decorate her house?” Hey, you know what? It won’t die on me, like the $10 per pot of flowers and loads of rotted pumpkins I bought.

20131125-161520.jpgThis is my kitchen mantle. I don’t think any of this will die either.

20131125-161616.jpgI was so tired of cleaning that I really just wanted to do something with my hands. I found some fall colored yarn and started crocheting these cute little hearts and garland. It might just cross the line into too cutsie, but I don’t care. I like it.

20131125-162421.jpgAs for my dining room…still nothing living.

20131125-162457.jpgJust some really sweet forest animals. Love the little hedge hog.

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20131125-162634.jpgI’m thinking I needed to be reminded that this gathering of friends and family is not about the decorations, but about the relationships. Worry not about outside adornments, but about the lips that will speak, ears that will listen, arms that will hug and the heart that will love.

Thanks for dropping by!

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