A year or so ago, I stumbled upon a dear friend’s blog where I marveled at the beauty of her words and how they resonated within me.  Admittedly technology challenged, I was not even aware of the “blogging world” until then, and yet, the idea of creating a space where I might share my faith journey, with all its bumps and bruises, took hold in my heart and has not let go.

I have felt, for some time, God gently nudging me to share my story with other women.  Not because my life is all that unusual or exciting,  but rather because He intends  to use my ordinary struggles to encourage others in, perhaps, extraordinary ways.   Over the years, I have cherished opportunities to sit with a  girlfriend, warm mugs of coffee  in our hands, and share what’s going on in our lives.  Steam rising from our cups, there is no hidden agenda or need to rush,  only the expectation of offering and hearing one another’s hearts.

And so, I find myself here this morning at The Blue Mug.  My blue pottery mug, filled with hot spiced cinnamon tea, sits beside me and I ponder where this new adventure might lead, trusting that God has blessed me so that I might be a  blessing to someone else (Genesis 12: 1-2).

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