Welcome

I have a welcome mat on my front porch. Most of us do. We like to think we’re welcoming people.

But are we? Really?

I’m sometimes guilty of welcoming only those I feel comfortable welcoming. Or those that are most like me. I sometimes shy away from having those that are very different from me into my home.

I have to be intentional about inviting all kinds into my home. Into my conversation. Into my world.

Unfortunately,I get so comfortable in my space. In my home with my people. In the office with my co-workers. And within my circle of friends.

My comfort is not what God had in mind when he inspired Paul to write to the Romans: Accept one another, then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God. (15:7)

Welcome. Invite. Receive. Accept.

Joyfully.

The poor should invite the rich. And the rich the poor. The strong receive the weak and the weak the strong.

I should receive all kinds……..different races and backgrounds and educations and beliefs.

Jesus welcomed all. He asks us to do the same.

So reach out and welcome one another to God’s glory. Jesus did it; now you do it!
Romans 15:7 (MSG)

Small Town

During the summer a friend and I took an overnight trip to Nashville. It was long overdue. We needed the time spent talking and laughing and moving slowly through wherever we were.

We stopped in a few small towns on our way to Nashville. One of them was here in Elkmont, Alabama. My friend was very excited about me seeing this place called Belle Chèvre. She treated me to lunch and it was splendid.

I just couldn’t get over this quaint little town. It isn’t too far from my own small town but it had a different feel.

The day we were there the town was hosting its annual tractor parade. An old gentleman we met at one of the small town shops beamed with pride as he told us about the festivities that surrounded the event. 

We saw part of the parade of tractors as we drove on country roads to get back to the interstate. There were big green tractors, old red ones, shiny black and brown ones. We even saw a yellow tractor. They were in no rush to get where they were going.

I felt at home in that small town with my friend and goat cheese and tractors.

In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge Local and the Daily Prompt Rube.

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“Educated in a small town
Taught the fear of Jesus in a small town
Used to daydream in that small town
Another boring romantic, that’s me

No I cannot forget where it is that I came from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be.”

Small Town by John Mellencamp

Friends

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My daughter and one of her friends laughing and ice skating

There’s nothing like a good friend.

You can be yourself………..but if you’re not, she notices.

You can share the deepest parts of you.

She knows your story and you know hers.

With her, it’s okay to not be okay.

She’ll let you be scared but help you be brave.

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forever friends

Your laugh makes her laugh. Your tears break her heart.

It always feels like yesterday, even when it’s been a long time since you’ve connected.

She makes you better because she lifts you up and she loves you.

She’s an original and so are you.

 

 

 

 

 

Brilliant Disguise

I was with a group of ladies last week. We ate good food, shared stories, then sat down to do what we were there for. Learn together and connect. We’re doing a book study. But what always happens is way more than a book study. Relationships are formed, hearts are connected, and lives are shared.

In the beginning, we don’t share as freely. Our talk is more about the weather or our jobs. As we get to know one another we start telling stories of our families and friends. Eventually we are comfortable enough to share more. While we’re talking about the book one of us will share a related personal experience. Another one shares, then another.  At the end of the 8 to 12 week study we know each other on a deeper level.

Hopefully, we’ve let our guards down, taken off the mask, and quit pretending. We’ve connected.  That happens when we uncover the deep things of our hearts.

Still, we all have a mask……….a brilliant disguise that we’ve created for others to see. Sometimes it’s needed and serves us well.

When I interviewed for my current job, I pretended to be confident as I discussed the position and answered their questions. What the interviewers didn’t know:  I was intimidated and nervous. Nevertheless, I was offered the job. I believe my act of self-assurance helped me get it.

But we wear our disguises too often. We think we need them. We believe if others knew our past, our thoughts and quirks, odd habits and fixations, our tendencies and dark addictions that they would stop liking us, ignore us, or worse…..avoid us. However, genuine relationships require we reveal our true identity.

An intimate marriage can’t happen with a brilliant disguise; close friendships either. The facade affects our parenting and frustrates our children. Our kids, especially teenagers, want the real deal.

The disguise makes us unapproachable and guarded. We become judgmental because we forget who we are. The disguises, no matter how brilliant, may protect us from harm some of the time, but will hinder love all of the time.

But when I discard the disguise wonderful things happens. People connect with the authenticity and see something familiar. Some of our fears are lifted. I recognize that I am not the only one with that past or those thoughts. My strange ways aren’t so unusual and my weaknesses are quite common. We all feel less lonely which makes us more willing to take the mask off again.

Wear your mask for your next presentation at work. Take it off when your teenager asks if you’ve ever made a bad decision, when your friend calls to tell you some bad news, or you notice a co-worker with tears in her eyes. And try not to put it back on.

We’re more brilliant when we’re unmasked anyway.

Relate

Cupcake

 

 

imageCan a cupcake cause bliss? Yes!

 

I walked into the office last week and on my desk sat a small, perfectly square, pale green box.  Bliss swept across my face.  I knew what was inside……I just didn’t know which flavor.

I opened it before I sat down.  White Wedding Cake.  My favorite.  The icing was swirled 3 inches high with sparkles on top.

The cupcake was good.  The icing…..scrumptious.  Neither of those is what caused me to smile all day.    I was happy because my friend across the hall thought of me.  She took the time to bring me something she knew I would enjoy.   For $3.54 she brought me BIG happiness!

Sometimes it really is the thought that counts.  But it counts even more when you get a cupcake!!