Thank you, Angela, for passing the invisible blog-tour baton!
This past year has shaped my idea of community more than any other.
I don’t really even know how to put it into words, but I was lacking something and I didn’t realize it until I got a taste. I have lots of friends, and lots of good friends. But I don’t know that I would have said I really had a community. For me, community means we are acting as a unit, and that means the good and the not-so-good. It means a friend who buys you a reamer and puts it in your mailbox.
By the way, a reamer is a wooden tool that helps you get juice out of a lemon. And apparently people have heard of this tool. I was not in that category. But thanks to Jenny Acuff, I am the proud owner of a reamer. I love it.
And I didn’t realize I wanted it.
Heather Whittaker loves me deep and wide. She packs her car up at a moment’s notice for adventures. Even when I don’t tell her where we’re going. And then we laugh our heads off and don’t remember exactly how her cell phone ended up in coke.
And I didn’t realize I wasn’t laughing enough.
Jessica sends cards. For every holiday celebrated in the modern world. And when I mention casually in a five minute conversation that my heart is heavy over something, she remembers. Really remembers. Calls me to check in. Calls me again and again because she knows (and now Heather and Jenny know. Darn. Secret’s out:)) that I don’t answer my phone when I check out mentally. But I need to.
I didn’t realize I needed to answer.
I have a Bible study every Wednesday morning, and I love these girls more than I can say. They all have stories. We all cry and laugh and talk and pray and when our car doors close and we drive away, I’m praying for them. I’m thanking God for them. I’m joyful because I’m not alone.
I guess I didn’t realize I was alone.
But I was.
And I don’t ever want to be alone again.
I want to be known. To be loved and appreciated. To be gifted that which I didn’t know I wanted, to be laughing out loud from the deep part of me that hides, to be challenged to do the thing I think makes me weak. And to be in community.
It’s simple, but it’s life-giving. Life-altering. And the most beautiful gift from a Father who longs for sisters to close car doors and drive away loving each other.
Here’s the great news. You don’t need a car, a Bible study group, or any of the other things mentioned here to be a part of community. I am so, so overjoyed to share this video clip with you in the hopes that you will want to join us for a special experience. It’s called (in)RL, and it is brought to you courtesy of some of my favorite community-lovers…the folks at (in)courage. Will you take a few minutes and see if this is something the Lord would use to bless you in your walk?
Great, isn’t it???
So now for the details.
And now it’s my turn to pass the baton. Check in over here tomorrow to hear some more about (in)RL from our friend Heather Genman Wilson. Can’t wait to see you all there!!!!
See you at the beach house!!!!