Hi friends! How are you? I've missed you! It feels like a long time since we had a tea, doesn't it? I've been a bit absent from this space, preoccupied.
If you were to tea with me this week, I would be so grateful for your company. More than usual!
I have been a hermit lately.
And autumn has definitely arrived!
I would have to agree with Donne when he wrote:
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
I have loved studying Renaissance poetry the last few weeks, but I must admit it has been exhausting to analyse the meaning behind every beautiful stanza.
Let's just let the words roll off our tongue shall we?
If you were to tea with me this week, I might even recite Shakespeare's Sonnet XVIII. Yes. That is how much poetry I have been studying.
Hopefully the weather would be rather autumnal, when you come to tea, and I would serve you a bowl of my steaming hot minestrone soup. With crusty bread. I'm a sucker for crusty bread.
I spent most of last week holed up in the space above. I find studying on my bed so much easier and more comfortable than at a desk. And I had the company of a two year old, and lots of Peppa Pig.
We finally handed in my first essay on Friday. And when I say we, I do mean that Amie's devotion to ABC iView was crucial. She shares in my every success!
Thankfully she doesn't share my fails. I have had two this last week.
My autumn blanket has gone pear-shaped. I somehow added more rows than I should have, after I changed my method. And the Indiecat chewed a hole in the middle of one square. I've lost the love. I want to tear it to shreds*
The second, an opportunity I had to share my faith, to a young girl cutting my hair.
She really could have done with some Hope, and while I sympathised, as we chatted I knew I should have been giving her more than my sympathies.
And I could. not. force. those. words. out.
I left, sick to my stomach. Knowing I'd failed. Feeling like I was given an opportunity on a silver platter, and instead of taking it, I'd swiped at it without looking. Opportunity went tumbling to the floor.
So, I have spent the past few days wondering.
Wondering why it was I couldn't share my faith.
Second guessing myself, my beliefs (because really, if I did believe what I say I do I should have jumped at the chance to tell her)
It's what I've been telling myself. Condemning myself, rather.
But you know what? He's not the God of a second chance, but the God of another chance. And another, and another.
I am so ashamed at times of what Christianity is, what it was...
Ashamed of so-called Christians picketing and hating and judging and bickering. Ashamed of the hypocrisy and even what has been done in the past in the name of Christianity...
But I'm not ashamed of Jesus.
Not ashamed of the One who tells us to reach out to others, and offer them hope.
The One who lived an example for us, and showed us how to feed the hungry, look after the lonely, befriend the broken.
If you were to tea with me today, I'd tell you that.
Even if you don't share the same faith, I'd have the courage to tell you that.
Because without Him, I'd be the lost, and the broken. He's my Hope.
"We have this hope as an anchor for the soul. Firm and secure..." Hebrews 6:19
It seems even more important to tell you that, as we start to celebrate Easter.
How do you celebrate?
We have already eaten our share of eggs, and bunnies, thanks to my husband's massive chocolate addiction! He says he must get as much Red Tulip chocolate as he can, before it leaves the shelves for another year.
So what's been on your heart?
I'd love to know.
Would you have me join you for a tea?
The linky stays open for one week. There's no rush, I'll join you when your kettle has boiled!
*slightly dramatic, I'll admit.