As ‘back to school’ happens and life is moving on, I’m feeling in between. Here and there. New England and Midwest. This day, September 1, marks the beginning of a new season (figuratively). Nine months in our new home- with our new friends- our new normal.
I wrote this about a year ago as a part of my going away process… it still brings old faces to mind, and happily, also a group of new faces. I am confident in how He is pouring out a new story- a good story for all of us, even in the letting go.
Pour. It’s the first word in my mind when I consider our friendship.
Pour out. Pour over. Pour into.
And we do pour a considerable amount, don’t we?
We pour water, coffee, tea, wine, sangria, champagne, cocktails, and
more sangria, please.
After we pour our drinks, we pour out ourselves.
We pour ideas, recipes, stories, and advice.
We pour our laughter, love, prayers, tears (these are pouring now- the others at the cafe beginning to get uncomfortable).
We pour anxiety, fear, concern, grace, and forgiveness. We pour life into each other.
We pour out gifts… the brilliant and undeserved treasure put in us by the Lord.
We do have a variety of gifts, have you seen?
You pour Welcome and Hospitality, the warm, priceless offering of a place to rest and connect.
You pour gracious, painful Honesty and the beautiful ability to enter into conflict to make us face our true selves and force our friendships into stronger places.
You pour out sweet Vulnerability, challenge us all to look at our fears and own them before Our God who says, ‘do not worry!’
You pour Creativity, and as we marvel at your artistry we all feel God’s presence more intensely.
You pour out Wisdom, Experience, light-filled Guidance for us to follow into the Unknown and New.
You pour Encouragement, the celebratory support from friends who know, understand, and believe wholeheartedly that we can do it… whatever the task.
You pour out precious Faith. Trust that God always does what He says He will do.
You pour quiet Attentiveness, your listening ears and deep heart abiding with all that we pour back.
You pour bold words of Hope. Powerful testimony of what is to come… future Grace.
You’ve poured all that God has put inside you, and I feel God’s Grace and Presence in your faces and hands. I’m filled to the brim, ready to overflow to a new family, a new circle of smiling faces. Still, I can’t imagine life without a cup in my hands and your beautiful faces before me- pouring liquid favor and life-giving love into each other. I can’t imagine daily life without you.
Will you still be my people? Can we still pour life into each other? Pour out ourselves, pour blessing over each other? I know I need you on the other side of my cup. As I pour coffee (in my hobnail mug, of course), I promise to pray for you in deep, joyful, extravagant ways.