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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.

Click here for the registration page.

And here for the meetup page.

And here for answers to any questions you might have.

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!!!!


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  • Reply thegypsymama February 6, 2012 at 10:21 am

    It’s amazing how long we can go before realizing we need that kind of community, isn’t it? Thank you for putting it into words. Thank you for reminding us that we need laughter and lemon thingies and friends who get us. Thank you for who you are, Ang, you are a gift.


  • Reply Natalie Witcher February 6, 2012 at 5:46 pm

    So sweet. I know this community. Moved away from it. And now, God is sweet to bring a new one around. 😉

  • Reply Karen February 8, 2012 at 1:27 pm

    I wish this was daytime during the week so I could go. I know I need community, but I don’t really have the opportunities. And yes, there is truth mixed with a healthy amount of excuses mixed in there. 

    I did want to share a quote: “I have always said that a woman alone in her own home with her own limited self, sinful children and a house that is subject to falling apart, is a target for Satan. Joining hands with other women, having a prayer, starting a small group, is a defense against vulnerability.” -Sally Clarkson

    I find this to be unbelievably true!

  • Reply Wick Anderson February 9, 2012 at 1:58 pm

    Looks like a great idea!!  God bless the experience. 🙂

  • Reply Colleen February 20, 2012 at 7:27 pm

    This sounds like a wonderful thing.  I have been wanting to write you ever since I heard you on a local radio show prob. a month ago.  You were talking about the word “nevertheless”–years ago, there was a wonderful, inspiring book called “The Never-the-Less Principle” by Marion Bond West.  Just checked and it’s on amazon.com new and used.  PLEASE read (along with your zillions of other must-reads!  )–it’s about Marion’s journey with God during a difficult time in her life, finding out her husband, her rock, had cancer, and his illness and death.  I’m going to guess and say it was written in the late 80’s or early 90’s.  I gave this book to my husband’s aunt, who was still suffering many years after the death of her beloved husband and couldn’t seem to grieve and move forward.  It’s been all these years since I read it, but it had an impact on me.
       Huge hugs,  Colleen

  • Reply annegirl77 October 31, 2014 at 12:53 pm

    I long to have a group of gals like you do, Angie. Ever since I’ve gotten married, I can’t seem to find any. I am a SAHM with a 9 year old, and I talk to the moms at school, and a couple of them have came over with their kids for a play date, but we never get invited to their house. And we don’t attend a church right now, so it’s hard to do the whole “community thing”. I would like to find a place of worship. When I find somewhere to go, my husband doesn’t like it. He’s a Christian, but he is used to going to a church like the one he was raised in.
    So, could you pray for me about two things- that I find a church that my husband and I both like, and that I find a “gal pal”: as Anne & Diana said- a kindred spirit.

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