If you’re looking for Robin Stanley, you found me! Welcome. No, really. You are welcome here, in my new place, in spite of the bare walls, the exposed beams and all the flying dust. I see you — worn, wishing, wandering — and I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay. I want you to know you’re safe here to be exactly who you are. No strings. No judgement. No fear.
Will you do me the honor of leaving your name? I’m not even sure how to tell you to do that yet, maybe in the comments? (Unless you can actually sign up for updates somewhere. If so, then, sweet!) Why in the world would you want to do that when the place still needs moving into? I hope because you’re curious. I hope because you’re already experiencing something of a God stirring, and you want to see what this crazy kid is up to.
To tell the truth, this isn’t the easiest venture I’ve ever undertaken. Packing my car and driving cross country to northern California from Central Florida on a vagabonding journey will likely stand as a piece of cake compared to setting up a blog and website. But here’s the thing. The California trip was for me. This trip is for you. Yep. All for you.
So, yeah. My arms are open to receive you. We’ll sit on the floor until I get some chairs. Deal? Good. I’m glad. Pull up a spot and let’s talk Ebenezers. Have you raised one lately? I did. . . . or I will, just as soon as I hit “publish.”