It’s Friday, and I’m on the ball for once, which means I’m doing a 5 minute Friday post! Each Friday Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama hosts a link-up challenging us to write for 5 mins on a set topic. No editing, no over thinking, just writing. It’s freeing an it’s fun.
Why don’t you hop over there and see what other people have to say, or give it ago yourself? Don’t have a blog? Then join in on a piece of paper! You could always email / mail it to me, and maybe I’ll put it up here!
This weeks topic is Welcome…
Are you ready?
“Welcome” It’s a word we throw around a lot. “Welcome to my home”, “Welcome to church”, “You’re welcome [for what I did/ what I gave]”, “Your presence here is welcome”. I wonder though how often we really mean it and how often it’s just a word.
I like to think that welcome means, may it come well to you, whatever my sacrifice must be. May being in my home be a positive experience for you, may what I have given you be good, you being here makes us feel well, may being at church make you well.
Do we really mean it though? When we had to stop to help the lady with the pushchair out of the store, and then pick up the old man’s shopping bags that he dropped, and then run for the bus but still miss it. Do we really mean you’re welcome, any time, I’d do it again even if I knew what it would cost me?
When I welcome someone into my home, into my friends, into my church (with a small c), into my town, do I really mean, may this come out well for you, whatever the cost on my behalf, may I do all I can for this to bless and encourage you?
I hope I can be more fully welcoming. To love and to serve and to invite no matter the cost.
So to you I say.. welcome, welcome to my blog, and welcome to my life. May I serve you however you need. Although I know in many ways it will be you who blesses and serves me.
It was late yesterday by the time I sat down to write, and I almost did. I pulled up a blank page, and was about to write. Just a sentance or two, I had no energy to write more than that, but I had to write, I couldn’t fail. Then I stopped. I never want to write out of obligation, or out of duty. I never want to blog because I should. I want to write from my heart, I want to write honestly, and I want to write whilst being all there, I don’t want to give you my leftovers. So I didn’t write, and I didn’t count myself a failure. Instead I woke up day to treat it as a new day, and I new beginning.
So here we go… Day 5, Proverbs 5
Well this chapter seems to be all about marital faithfulness, which believe me I am ALL for. Seriously trampled on promises, and broken marriages suck for all involved. Thank God for forgiveness, grace and His healing.
I am single, never been married, not once, honestly! So my question is, what truths or principles are in here that I can learn? Three things I think:
1) Wisdom is important (I see a theme here!) I need to really take it on board.
2) The sin before me may look and seem wonderful, sweet, fun, and harmless; but in reality it’s not and it will end in disaster if I follow it.
3) God sees all I do, there’s no hiding from him. Scary, when I’m out to disobey him, to shame him, he’s there, he knows. Comforting, there’s nothing I’ve done he doesn’t know, nothing I need to hide from him, nothing he isn’t willing to forgive. Nothing that will stop him loving me.
Those are my lessons from Chapter 5.
What are yours?
She wrote me an email, well she wrote us an email, close friends and relatives all included; I really wasn’t very interested, it seemed long and things I knew she would soon recount to me over skype. I decided to save it till another day.
The “nother” day arrived. To read her familiar words was good, but over all I wasn’t that interested in the content. I sat there reading it emotionless. Emotionless that is until that one line, the line about a neighbor delivering a home-cooked meal upon their arrival home after a long journey, and the many text messages received welcoming them home. Suddenly my heart was aching and the tears were streaming. Such love and community demonstrated.
I miss that level of community. To really “do life” together. To be helped without having to ask. To be planned for even in your absence. To be showered in love and provision when you least expect.
Isn’t that what community is all about? To be sharing honestly and openly. To be living so closely no-one has to ask for help, the need is simply seen and tended to. To be loved when you’re least deserving. To care for others even when it doesn’t fit neatly into your schedule, to be aware at all time, to be fully in each moment, to fill the gap whether we feel like it or not. To support one another, to love each other, to be fully engaged in each others lives, to be there, and be all there. When it comes easily, and when we have to work hard at it.
All of the time.