I am having a reality party, and you are invited.

No Tupperware, Mary Kay, Jewelry, Pampered Chef items. No books to read and analyze, no talk to give, no specific dress code necessary.

All you need to bring is the real you. Not the made up, fake, ready to be acceptable, polite and looking-for-approval you. Not the “I-am-trying-to-make-you-like-me” you.

Just you.

Plain,simple, real.

Funny, sensitive, caring, ticklish you.

Smart, witty, organized, disorganized, tasteful and tasteless you.

A bit complaining, somewhat hypochondriac you.

When you get here, let’s have a cup of coffee. Or herbal tea. Or a glass of Cabernet–I like it very, very dry. And we’ll be real together. With all the tears, and the giggles and the raw pain of life.

We’ll tell it like it is.

And there will be no rules.

But one:no matter where the conversation goes, we will always have to end with the truest of truth: the Word of God.

Because there really isn’t any other place for us to end.

Will you come?

Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann 

One-Thousand-Gifts-3Dleft#576 My prayer group with whom I can be as real as I am

#577 A week-end away with my hubby

#578 My sons who bought flowers for their sister just because

Sometimes, I link up with any or all of these wonderful writers: Hearts 4 HomeSDG,  Hearts Reflected, WLW, EOA, Things I can’t say, Growing HomePlay Dates with GodMonday Musings, Hear it on SundayInspire Me Monday, Tell me a Story, The Better Mom, a Mama’s StoryInto the WordIn and Around Mondays,OYHT, Gratituesday, Titus2Tuesdays, ExtraordinayLessons from IvyDenise in BloomSweet BlessingsFaith Filled Friday, Finding JoyWholeHearted Home, Mom’s the Word,