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Five Minute Fridays #Welcome

Linking up with Kate Heading Home to write about one word for five minutes

Welcome

I don't have a lot of special gifts.  It's true.  And I know it.  I always fought against that as a little girl. Try harder, smile bigger, please someone else.  Try something else.  Or be perfect at something.
I tried to pave the way to a better me.
But honestly there weren't that many niches I found myself fitting nicely in.
I seemed to be rather awkward at most things I tried.  Never getting them quite right.  And that only was exacerbated by the nervousness that accompanied me when I tried new things.  Fearing the fail.

Of course I did have a couple bright patches.  I really did love to learn and I loved to study.  And I still miss school.  I could get book lost and imagination shipwrecked easily.  I did dream big and I had a heart full of hopes.

As the years have added up and thirty is staring at me six weeks from now I have to say that I am more comfortable in what I cannot do.  I'm more accepting of it.  More okay with the many things I thought that I had to be able to do, but seemingly couldn't do with out a lot of frustration. Molds I couldn't fit into.
Some of the dross has sifted out, and I'm seeing what I should focus on instead.

I may not be able to master any kind of sports (in fact quite the opposite which brings me many laughs). I may still view myself as an inept driver and a disaster of a house wife, but I have always been able to be a friend.  It is something that fits me.
My house may not say, "Welcome," with clean floors and clean dishes and something amazing sitting on the counter, but my heart can always say it.  The more I lean into making my heart a space of welcome and love for people's hearts to land, the more I fill.  I know thats what I can do.  And it can become enough for me.
I have a few rich friendships in my life that have taught me deeply what it means to be a friend.  To welcome people with a steady gaze and a judgment free safe place to just be them.  I may not be able to impress, but I can stick close by in the thick of life and cheer you on.
I'm so thankful for friends who say, "Welcome," with their hugs, their eyes, their steadfast presence, and their real them.
I'm so thankful for Jesus who says, "Come and be well.  You are always welcome here.  Lost in my heart."
It was Mary who sat at Jesus' feet while all the world blitzed by just to linger and listen.  To welcome all those words into her heart.  And when she got the chance she poured all that love literally dripping down Jesus' feet, intermingling with her long unloosed scandalous hair.  Jesus said about her in Mark 14 when facing criticism for her lavish gift, "She did what she could." And He called the thing she could do, "a beautiful thing."
God only asks us to do what we can, not what someone else is gifted to do.  Even if it is a seemingly imperfect welcome to someone who needs it.  Whatever it is, it can be so beautiful to Him.

Happy Friday

Comments

  1. I do not think you are a disaster Amber. Nor are you a failure if your house isn't clean. :) But you have penned some beautiful words with #welcome and I love how you are learning to take it easy on yourself as you go forward into your 30s. Happy early birthday! #fmfparty = fun!

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  2. Happy early birthday! A welcoming home is definitely not the cleanest one in the neighborhood--it's the one filled with the friendliest faces--and that is my picture of you. Sweet, friendly and full of welcome :).

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  3. Good words!!! You're honest about yourself, we're not perfect and the same that's why some of us are capable and some not, but you can be prefect in Him... Thank you for share this with FMF community

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  4. Such lovely words and beautiful truths! I love the direction you took with this word. You're using your gifts God has given you for Him and His glory. So glad I stopped over to read your post and to be blessed!

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