Welcome to My New Place

Ebenezer Stone

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.”

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20 responses to “Welcome to My New Place

  1. It’s good to see your face, Diane. Glad you’re here, in my life, that is. 😉 I wanted a few of you to know what I’m up to so I wouldn’t give up. I hope to turn this shell into an inviting, vibrant place. Though, in some ways, it already is. You’re here!

  2. How do you do it? Bare walls, exposed beams and dust flying everywhere–and yet this space is saturated with His deep and holy presence. Yes, I’m here. No chair needed. I think the floor is where my face will meet with His.

    • I opened your comment and the Spirit of Our Living God oozed into every last crack and crevice of my tired bones. He invited me here, the same as He invited you. I said yes and opened the door. That’s all I know. So I’m here, with you, face down in the dust.

      • “Face down in the dust” seems to sum it up for me these days. Love being here on the journey with you.

    • I’m so glad you feel welcome, Rachel. And thanks for leaving your address, lovely woman, full of life. My barrenness brought me here too, and through it, over the years, God has chosen to give life more abundant than I could ever imagine. Life that begets life. His ways aren’t always ours. I’m glad you’re here and that we’re still in touch. ❤

  3. I learned another new thing today and applied it to my blog. Thanks to Laura, you can now subscribe to the blog feed via email. Woo hoo! I’m tempted to want to paint, put away the wallpaper rolls, sweep the dust under the carpet if I’m going to be getting company. But Father wants our guests to come as they are. Subscribe by email and come on back. Leave your hairspray at home, and I’ll leave the paint in the garage.

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