I have no idea what I am doing. It's not surprising, but it is what it is.I have wrestled with this idea of writing for a long time. It's been in my heart to share but to actually put things down on paper, well that's a whole new ballgame. That's vulnerable, it's putting myself out there. My convictions and opinions may be different from yours or anyone who chooses to click on my blog. That's okay, my goal isn't agreement. My goal is to start conversations.
We all gather somewhere, maybe it's around a fire pit on a cool autumn evening. Maybe tailgating at the game Friday night. Perhaps your tribe plants it on the couch with snacks and chat until the sun goes down. Could it be that you meet your bestie for coffee at the cute Mom and Pop shop on Main St? Whatever works for you, whatever is your jam!
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Nothing seems to be off limits at the table in our conversations. The good, the bad and the ugly are all at the table. The talk is real and authentic. Sometimes the words spill out too quickly and we don’t stop to think about how they may sound or who they may effect. Maybe the things we are passionate about are on topic tonight and the whole conversation ignites into dreams about the future. Possibly it's about our wounds and the people who have hurt us. Those words drip with pain as we try to sew ourselves back up and long for healing. The table has it all and more!