My neighborhood doesn’t have a café. Does yours?

We don’t borrow cups of sugar over our picket fences or sit and chat on wide front porches. In fact, after several years in my neighborhood, I only knew a couple of my neighbors.

Makes it kinda’ hard to do that “love thy neighbor” thing.

While my knees knocked, I knocked on my neighbors’ doors and invited them to my own Neighborhood Café—coffee at my kitchen table, the perfect place for starting new friendships and nurturing old ones.

Behind each door in your neighborhood is a woman craving personal attention, meaningful relationships and real friendships. How will you get to know her? Will you blindly invite her to a big event at your church? Will you bombard her with party invitations to buy jewelry, purses or gourmet chip dip?

Let’s try something new, Girlfriends.

How about a cup of coffee or a mug of tea? How about meeting face-to-face instead of Facebooking? How about you start your own Neighborhood Café to get to know the women God has carefully placed around your home?