I used to think I wanted to change the world, but I’ve changed my mind. I’d much rather just change one heart. So, to you, sweet soul, this space is for you. No matter who you are, no matter where you’ve been, this space is for you. You matter here.
Hi, you. I’m so honored you’ve graced my little virtual corner with your presence. Welcome.
For awhile, I dreamed of this space: a virtual space where everyone was welcome and every word was valued. By no means is this a lifestyle blog, a DIY blog, or anything of the sort. It’s in a category of its own, I suppose.
If nothing else, I pray you navigate away from this space with a piece of hope, a thought to ponder, a book to read, and a heart that’s closer to Jesus. And if you’re inspired to try hot tea, that’s an added bonus!
I used to think I wanted to reach the world, but I’ve changed my mind. I’d much rather reach just one heart. So, you, sweet soul, this space is for you. No matter who you are, no matter where you’ve been, this space is for you. You matter here.
In my logo, I’ve included three things that I envision for this virtual space. Grace. Vulnerability. Hot tea. This is why I chose those three:
Grace. It’s something that constantly befuddles me. I’m wonderstruck by grace, what it means, and how to attempt to express it. And then there was the ultimate grace: the sacrifice of the most Holy man to walk the earth. Forreal, it blows my mind. Trying to even come close to matching that level of grace is impossible, I know, but figuring out what grace can mean for us is a daily exercise.
Vulnerability. This is a tough one for me. I’m an introvert by nature, which makes opening myself up to virtual strangers a monumental task, some days. When I think of vulnerability, I think of Adam and Eve in the garden. I think we’re most vulnerable physically when we are naked, and the fact that A and E were unashamed of their nakedness in the beginning tells me that God created vulnerability for a reason. We can hide our bodies with clothes and our hearts with sarcasm, but I don’t think we should. It’s harder to be vulnerable. But when we’re vulnerable, others might feel comfortable enough to shed that protective shell, too.
Hot tea. Anyone who knows me even a little, knows that I’m a hot tea addict. Or, really, all tea—hot, cold, black, green—GIMME. Hot tea wakes me up, calms me down, satisfies a sugar craving, and can be paired with a good book or a friend. For centuries, communities have believed in the healing power of tea, and I have to agree. In England, tea brought people together, of all ages, and it was a time to break from work in the afternoon and enjoy each other’s company. I pray this space can become a virtual tea time.
I promise I won’t sugarcoat things, but I will celebrate things. Life is too short to not throw your hands up when little things go right. Join me for a cup of tea?
