Come in.

 



Go ahead.  Open the gate; it sticks sometimes but don't let that stop you, please come on in.  You are welcome here . . . unless, of course, you feel you have to whisper and pretend to be something you're not . . . then you may be uncomfortable.  But you are still most welcome.

Think of this as a place to relax, put your feet up, get comfy.  Breathe.  Take off that mask. Let down your guard.  Aaaah.  Doesn't that feel better?

I like to think of it as the house described in  Fellowship Of The Ring.  Remember Bilbo's description?  It was a place of safety for Frodo; "a perfect house, whether you like food or sleep or storytelling or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all."

Not perfect in the sense of perfect!  Perfect in the sense of safety, a calm in the storm, a place of quiet; acceptance and having someone love on you a little bit.  A plate of cookies.  Cool sheets.

Scribbling beautiful grace is about life.  Not perfection.  Not what isn't but what is.  Despite the pain and the challenges, the good and the bad; there is grace all around us - if we have eyes to see.  I come terribly flawed but am privileged to live in grace.  I know life isn't about me but about celebrating the beauty and loving the Beautiful.  Share this journey with me.  I would be delighted.

Come in.