Make mine Pink Tea party
Make mine pink
Invites you to have a tea party.
Some Party's are not planned.
This is not the prettiest picture.
It is full of darkness clutter and wherry soul.
But it (I) was available.
Invites you to have a tea party.
Some Party's are not planned.
This is not the prettiest picture.
It is full of darkness clutter and wherry soul.
But it (I) was available.
My tea party was not the prettiest picture to pose for. It was at the simple ring of my phone as I was just sitting down to blog and have my morning rose hip fruited tea, and whole grain cookie.
The voice on the other end spoke may name "Donetta. Would you like some company?"
"Sure" I said, this is my customary response to sharing my refuge my sanctuary .
"Where are you my friend?" I asked
"I'm in your drive way, can I come in?"
"well ya..., bye" said I as I walked to the door to great her this friend of my heart.
Welcoming her in to my clutter, I shared my Fresh French Press of tea in a fancy china cup. It was "the perfect temperature " said my wherry guest.
Hours of heart filled pain and counsel over choices with the costs considered and decisions at hand. Listening and then brewing a pot of coffee after lunch. Laundry loads and silent moments where just being here for her was more than enough.
A place of safety with an open door. No expectations, lectures are judgmental glares. Just simple friendship that offered her rest.
I think along with her that Jesus was our invisible guest.
The voice on the other end spoke may name "Donetta. Would you like some company?"
"Sure" I said, this is my customary response to sharing my refuge my sanctuary .
"Where are you my friend?" I asked
"I'm in your drive way, can I come in?"
"well ya..., bye" said I as I walked to the door to great her this friend of my heart.
Welcoming her in to my clutter, I shared my Fresh French Press of tea in a fancy china cup. It was "the perfect temperature " said my wherry guest.
Hours of heart filled pain and counsel over choices with the costs considered and decisions at hand. Listening and then brewing a pot of coffee after lunch. Laundry loads and silent moments where just being here for her was more than enough.
A place of safety with an open door. No expectations, lectures are judgmental glares. Just simple friendship that offered her rest.
I think along with her that Jesus was our invisible guest.
8 comments:
That is the nicest tea ever~ I am so glad you shared.Sharon@MakeMinePink.blogspot
Those are the most important kinds of tea parties, time to heal hurting,weary souls with a warm beverage & friendship; the beauty may not be obvious, but it is there.
it's the listening ear and the caring heart that matters the most to a friend. not how fancy the table or how clean the house.
Sounds like a lovely party, wish I could have been there my friend.
Exactly! The most perfect kind of tea party there is! Tonight for supper I invited my husband's best friend who happened to stop by to pick up a trailer about the time to eat. He's going through a divorce --- a needed someone to listen. So we did --- and that, like your tea, is the essence of hospitality.
May God continue to bless you with your gift!!!
Love,
LaTeaDah
What a wonderful tea. You are so blessed!
What are friends for
:D Still warms my heart to read the post again. Thank you for the special reminder friend. And if you have time, I would love to know how you made your tea. 2 years ago I had no idea what a French Press was. Now, I don't know how I lived without mine. :D
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