Let’s pretend for a minute we are sitting on my front porch. Honestly, that is where I bring my closest friends. I’ve poured you some sweet tea, and my coke is next to me. (I have to be honest here, because that is what it would be.) And we begin to share our hearts like true friends. The deep down places. The soul places. The places that take us from “how are you?”, to “what’s really up?”
Honestly, this is what I am feel this blog can be. A place for honesty to reign, and as my precious friend Shelley Rushing Tomlinson says, have our “hearts wide open.” I am a student of the heart. Probably because I’ve found mine horrifically shut down and then had to split it wide open in order to fight desperately hard to reclaim it. I’ve shared those stories in blogs, in books and in bible studies and in intimate conversations.
Some of my fellow Southern BelleView bloggers I know pretty well. I’ve shared meals with Nicole, Rachel and Eva Marie. I’ve shared wonderful phone conversations with Shelley and have recently gotten to get to know Lisa and Jolina in small life snippets in book signings. But I am looking forward to getting to know each of them better. And deeper.
I’ve gotten to know some readers intimately as well through the years. Many of which now know much about my life and I theirs. I’ve prayed for their children, prayed for their sick dogs, believed with them for jobs and healing of their marriages and healing for their hearts. Some now serve on our ministry team and all because they trusted me with their hearts as they read one of my stories.
Life is short. Feel pretty certain Jesus is about to show off pretty soon as he parts skies and finally takes us home. But in the meantime life happens. We drive carpools. We pay bills. We wonder how gravity has taken over our bodies so quick and how we just got past pimples with puberty and now we have them again with peri-menopause. So, we need each other. This journey requires companions. Soul sisters. A deep knowing. I performed for years just to survive. My home was a wreck, my heart had been abused and I needed the world to know I had it altogether. Sister ain’t that way anymore! So, here’s to this porch. A place where honesty reigns. Sweet tea is poured out in abundance and coca-cola can be purchased via I.V. drip. I am looking forward to learning you. And I can promise that what you will get here is the real deal. Sister is too old and our hearts are far too valuable to offer anything less.