Two blue doors flung open wide, once a month, for every woman that dares to chooses to gather together. Where we learn to live a life of transparency and glean the words of other woman in the same seasons.
There is a raw realness when women gather together and their hearts crave the very best for their motherhood.
For three years, I have cleared the legos off the living room floor, put fresh cut flowers out on the table, made a simple snack and opened my front porch doors wide to the generations of mother’s.
There are pens, hair bands and other mysteries under my couch cushions.
The front door still shines fingerprints half way high and some nights we have a mom sweetly yell for a roll of toilet paper from the bathroom.
There is nothing more beautiful than creating a space that shines Jesus calling.
A room full of laughter, sharing the nitty gritty of motherhood and drinking tall glasses of iced lemonade.
No fancy finger foods, no guest speakers or programs.
Just us. The best of motherhood. Right there together. Real and raw.
And then one evening…it hit me.
These are my women. The ARE me.
We each represent the very thing that make our lives hard and yet beautiful on any given day.
But we make a conscientious choice every month to create a place, a personal connection and a priority to our calling.
I was called to live large in small ways. Things. People. Purpose.
That could take me across the continent, across town or a great divide people. Yet, here I am cultivating the very thing I was called to. A walking, living example of the words I pen.
We have a Creator that gave us every good and perfect gift.
Is it any wonder we have a passion, a bent or a desire to make something beautiful?
To watch it grow is the miracle.
The Maker has called us to create and cultivate.
Ignoring this passion, or pushing it deep down when life become muddled with confusion or busy schedules, will turn your creativity and calling into a dim light.
We have a little piece of heaven here on earth that God has given us to steward.
Creating is the easy part; the stepping in the right direction. The following. The pursuit of your passion.
Listen to the heartbeat of your calling.
Cultivating is growing this place, the personhood God created in you. He notched a special nook inside of every one of us for refuge and reminders. When we stop listening we lose our creativity.
The women gathered in my living room do not need to step onto my front porch every month. I do not need to bare my heart to the calling of motherhood and share the real and the raw. Opening up the spaces on the floor, the couches and in my heart. But, I listened. God created this place in me and around me.
It is growing. It is His space. Notched out for just for us. A place of beauty and growth.
Remaining steadfast in the knowledge that He who began a good work in me is faithful to complete it.
Your space is your calling. Own it and place a banner of truth over it.
Take time to discover those things that draw your heart strings together as they feel frayed and purpose-less.
There is peace in the pause. Grow and cultivate the longing He has begun in you from the very beginning of your own creation.
Wide open, Small spaces create and cultivate beauty. It’s up to you.
Let the words on the horizontal lines of your paper come alive and make a difference.
Horizontal lines are for more than words. Bring your creativity alive.
Person to person. Places and spaces.
You were created for such a time as this.