I can talk all. day. long.
For real. But this morning, I am finding it hard to put into words what happened in my heart and in my home Saturday morning.
Six women walked through my door. Six women with six different situations. The only commonality was they all knew me. One has known me my whole life and one only knew me through the stories she’d heard for years. The rest fit somewhere in between.
We ate and chatted in my kitchen because isn’t that where women always get started?
As we slowly moved to the comfy couches in my living room, coffee in hand, the mood had changed. There was anticipation and a little bit of fear. The open sharing of events just passed had shifted. It was as if while we walked through the dining room all our insecurities and uncertainties took over.
I put in the (in)RL introduction video and prayed the next hour would be real and encouraging.
We introduced ourselves and everyone got prizes. I asked the questions, “What is community?” and “How do we find it?”
Slowly the answers came. But then, the third question in, it happened … that moment when we all knew, “This place is safe and I’m not alone.”
“How have you been hurt by community?”
Stories poured out of difficult situations and we nodded and shared our own times of struggle.
We read these verses
We realized community is about being willing … willing to come alongside, willing to encourage, willing to be accountable other others, and willing to love. We acknowledged community is hard. But we are open to live this way, prepared to walk through the hard times, to stay even when leaving is easier, to fight through the conflicts, to endure the tragedies, to celebrate the happiness, and to share the daily mundane—community is rich and vibrant! And we need community. All of us.