During my college years, I had a blue hand-me-down couch that moved with me from place to place. It was just wide enough for two people to curl their knees up and settle in cozy for some hot chocolate and conversation. Ever since then, I’ve had a fondness for that kind of time with friends…the drawing near, opening up, and sharing honestly about life in a safe space. On that blue couch, we spilled heartaches, adventures, laughter and prayers…and probably the hot chocolate from time to time.
The couch is gone, but the memories are not. It was during that season I realized that it is up to me to make space for what I long for in my life. Meaningful conversations are incredibly life-giving to me. My favorites are the gritty ones…the ones that are honest and real. I love the little things I learn about a person when we happen into that space.
(taken out the window of our van on the Oregon trip….rays of light make my heart sing)
I have been searching for my voice as a writer for years. It’s silly, when I really think about it. The struggle really isn’t that my voice is missing…it is that I have been guarded. I’ve been afraid that if I really let all my
personal weirdness passion hang out there, I would be met with rejection. It’s my abandonment issues. Those pesky things. It’s my wild imagination that allows me to dream up all kinds of horrible consequences for letting it all hang out, metaphorically speaking of course. I assure you, there will be nothing else hanging out over here. I’m all into mom clothes now, thanks.
So that said, with summer’s shenanigans behind us and autumn creeping in, I have decided to take this blog in a new direction for a time…to test the waters, if you will. I will be exploring a new theme each month (provided this new direction lasts for more than a month, which is never guaranteed in a house as busy as mine), and will be doing so without my usual over-thinking filter (I hope). I would love for you to jump right in with me. I might need some encouragement. I would cherish your thoughts, comments and personal stories. Really, I would just love to make space for conversations to happen, even if there is a great distance between us, because I heart great conversations.
For the month of September, I invite you to an exploration of the theme of “grace”. I’m going to be digging in to what grace is, what grace isn’t, where we find grace, how we receive it and share it and hopefully live it. A look from all sides, I guess. So put your hats on and let’s go, friends!
286. blue couch memories, 287. inspiration, 288. rays of light, 289. promise of fall fun, 290. de-cluttering extravaganza