There are women who hold my heart.

Girl friends at Hilton Head Island

Because they hold it tenderly.

They hold it like a treasure. They hold it with lots of trust wrapped up like so much fine, pink tissue paper.

Today we are all telling our stories about what it feels like to trust a friend. And not trust a friend. It’s a project I’ve been working on for nearly a year now.

You’re invited. Just as you are.

So let’s spend our five minutes of writing today, sharing about community. Fight it, love it, hate it, hurt or healed by it, we were certainly built for it.

Set a timer and just write. Don’t worry about making it just right or not.

Go all in with your words.

Are you ready?

Five Minute Friday

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:

Friend…

:GO:

When you are tired and weary, come, lay your head down here by me.

I will scootch over on our beat up old brown leather sofa and make room. I will also make tea. And maybe put on a few of my favorite tunes. Hymns from the southern hemisphere, soft, slow, in Zulu.

Let me lull you back to feeling like yourself, your feet up and your heart allowed to just let it all out. The tired and the disappointed. Bad hair days are welcome here. I will heat you up something that will feed your soul. I hear potato soup is best for that.

Hand me your kids and I’ll find them a room full of Legos all mish mash mixed up – we come and go easy here. Don’t dress up; kick your shoes off. Chaos is always welcome at our place.

My daughter eats ice cream off the pavement and I let her because nearly spring should be savored – every delicious bite. Friends are comfortable slurping in front of one another.

Let your hair down, turn your phone off.

Let us love you here on a busy Friday afternoon. We’ll go first. With our stories of ordinary, sometimes stupid, totally broken and beautifully pieced together glory. Feet up on the coffee table.

Shoes off.

Holy ground.

STOP

I’ll be sharing my own messed up stories of missing out on mom friends for so long that I started to just straight up tell the truth about motherhood myself. It’s free to tune in – they call it an in real life conference that comes to you just click here to join. No need for a babysitter. Just tune in right where you are.

This year it has it’s own theme song. How together we can do something extraordinary. Written for the (in)courage community by the amazing Christa Wells & Nicole Witt in celebration of what we can accomplish in Christ when we do it together

Brave beating hearts – we can do something EXTRAordinary.

I believe it. Every wonderful word.

{Click here if you can’t see the video.}

If you haven’t yet registered for (in)RL – the virtual girl’s weekend that comes to you, wherever you are in the world – you can do that here for free!

When you register you’ll receive a brand new (in)RL eBook and complete access to all of the videos, including a Friday AND Saturday keynote! This year we’re talking about the power of sharing our stories – and we’d just love to have you join us on April 25th & 26th.


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