New Name, Same Place

I’m 2019, I asked a friend to start a ladies group with me.

Back story……. I sat with some co-workers at a table talking about small groups in the church. Small groups are great when they work. However it takes time and commitment to really make a small group GOOD.

Steve and I were in small group that was fun! We ate together and played games and really REALLY enjoyed each others company. I wasn’t in charge of anything, and I wasn’t interested in leading a small group.

Does the Holy Spirit tap you? Nudge you? Poke at you like a dang little kid trying to get your attention. Does He buzz you like a mosquito? No? Just me? Evidently I’m stubborn and does not listen well.

While the co-workers talked of how to grow our small groups, the poking began.

I whispered to myself, “I don’t want to have a small group.”

Women? Really? Women are so needy and judgmental. they require so much. More than I am WILLING to give.

I DON’T HAVE TIME!!!

All the excuses I could come up with. I had them all.

The conversation at the table with the workers went something like this.

Me: “The Holy Spirit had been seriously poking at me about a women’s group that meets on my porch once a week. I DO NOT want it to be a Bible study (while there absolutely nothing wrong with those) I do not want to watch a video and talk about it, I do not want it to be a therapy session. Lots of I do not wants.

I do however want it to be about friendship. I want to dig deeper into relationships and what makes people tick. I want to laugh my butt off. I want these women to know me and I want to know them. I want to serve in our community. I want to give and receive. I wanted a lot of things and I was scared.

What if I put out an invitation and no one came?

What if it wasn’t fun?

What if it was too hard. I don’t have time for a fancy spread every dang week. I didn’t want to get up at dark thirty and make stupid muffins each and every week.

Coffee is all you get people. Coffee and cups to put the coffee in. I can handle that. And water. I can do water too.

The friend said yes to being my partner and the first “Coffee Hour” invitation was sent.

People said YES!

What an absolutely fantastic experience it has been. We meet each and every week and the things I hoped for has happened.

I have wonderful friends whom I know and know me.

We have served together multiple times. Just last weekend, most of us showed up to a citywide youth event. What an experience to walk up the venue and see so many porch girls. Some had kids that were at the event and some were like me. Medium aged ladies just wanting to support and love on our teenagers and the adults that love them.

We have raised money for local organizations.

We have helped one another.

We are continual prayers.

We are each other’s cheerleaders and shoulders to cry on.

We are the porch girls and while I named our group “Coffee Hour” from day one, I’ve sensed a name change is required.

Our Tuesday morning gathering will now be knows as “The Porch.” And while I know many of the girls have always called it “The Porch” I’m making it official.

Just yesterday, I texted one of my sweet porch friends. I said “I am so glad you come on Tuesdays.” It’s not necessary to say much to let someone know you care.

She responded “Thank you for that! I almost text you that I have too much going on this morning but I knew I needed that! Even for just an hour….
You ladies truly bless my soul! ♥️♥️♥️”

Satan is a jerk and will tell you that you are too busy for the things that fill you.

Fill you with joy

Fill you with contentment

Fill you with love

Fill you with ___________fill in your blank.

Don’t let him steal your joy.

You deserve so much.

It doesn’t have to be my porch, but for goodness sake, start your own porch, front yard, back yard, coffee shop, living room or wherever else you can squeeze some people in.

I promise you

I double dare you

Just do it. You won’t be disappointed.

From this porch girl with much love,

Charma

About Charmadawn

Jesus lover 💜 Wife of Steve for 36 years 💜 Mom to 2 grown kiddos 💜 BB to grandsons Jack, Luke and Patrick Joseph 💜5 years ago we purchased, Rescued and Restored a 118 year old farmhouse and we live together as a multigenerational household. Come follow our crazy. Isaiah 54:7
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2 Responses to New Name, Same Place

  1. Kate says:

    It is the highlight of my week!

    Like

  2. Kate says:

    It is the highlight of my week!

    Like

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