We have to stick together, she always says. And it’s true, we do. The writing world is difficult to navigate, and it can be complicated by the fact that most writers are introverts and don’t mind spending our days at our desks, away from people. But we need each other.
Birds of a feather and whatnot.
We have our favorite spot at Starbucks, or Tim Horton’s if we’re not feeling the ‘Bux that day. We meet every so often, and usually when one of us returns from a writer’s conference. We share what we learned and who we met, and how we’re going to move forward in our (very) different writing platforms. She writes about health and fitness, and I write…well, not about health and fitness. But our crafts and callings are pretty much the same.
But what’s infinitely more important than our conference geek-out moments is how we pray for each other. We have both been in church and various ministries long enough that we know the power of prayer, the reality of spiritual warfare, and the unmistakable, inexplicable peace of God. We’ll finish our coffees and shop talk, and before we leave we always pray for each other. For that peace in the middle of whatever we’re trudging through that day.
I’ll be honest, when I first met her, I didn’t think we’d be friends. But each time we meet, I’m encouraged and fed by a kindred soul. This mug, a gift from her, reminds me: we have got to flock together…just one way we can all be conduits of God’s peace to each other.
Monday Mugs is where I tell the stories behind my coffee mugs. Each one holds a story (and coffee, of course) of somewhere I’ve been or something I’ve seen. The photos are my actual mugs, not lookalikes found online. So grab one of your own mugs (fill it with coffee first) and hear the stories of mine. And don’t forget the cream and sugar.