Crying on cue…can you do it? I can’t. I’m not prone to be outwardly emotional although that doesn’t mean I’m devoid of feelings. I just rarely cry in public. In fact, it took my husband a while to learn that if I did cry on his shoulder, the tears would dry up as soon as he said something. Something about someone speaking to me while I’m sobbing doesn’t mesh well for my brain and instantly the tears dry up. All this, combined with the fact that I’m a terrible seamstress, means that I wouldn’t have been able to have much of a career in biblical times. Let me explain…
Connections take effort. Friendships take work. Developing these relationships can be awkward. But, as with many things, the risk is worth it all. But HOW do we start? WHERE do we begin?…Friendships don’t happen overnight. And, unfortunately, sometimes it takes numerous attempts before you find a true friend among the fringe friends. BUT! Just because it may take a while, doesn’t mean the process or attempts are in vain. If nothing else, as we actively seek out friendships, we become bolder and more confident in who we are, and what we have to offer. We learn the things we value in a friendship and we learn how to be more of the type of friend we wish to have.
Let’s make 2019 the year we let God do a new thing through us. Let’s purpose to show hospitality through intentionality this year. Make a plan now for how you will be intentional in conversations, opening your home and serving others this year. Maybe it’s taking a meal to someone once a month. Perhaps you are going to be intentional by finally setting a playdate with that mom you’ve said “hi” to in passing for 6 months now. Will you open up your home and invite some women over for coffee? Start a book club? Create an open invitation for people to drop by Sunday night for grilled cheese sandwiches? ( A friend of mine does this and it’s such a clever idea - with 4 teenage daughters it’s such a great way to meet friends and create a safe, fun hangout spot!)
I see all the planting I’ve done. I see all the watering that I’ve taken the time to do. But it isn’t about me at all. My kids aren’t about me. My passion for hospitality isn’t about me. My love for speaking, and writing isn’t about me. The number of likes and shares doesn’t define my success. Whether or not my son knows lots of Bible verses or my daughter sings “Jesus loves me” doesn’t define true growth.