Those I Call Family

Have I told you about my Monday night book club? Think of us a small band of spiritual misfits in search of tangible faith with our Creator. Without a doubt we don’t do “it” (whatever it is) right, but what we are finding ourselves in feels nervously right. I dearly love these kindred hearts that have chosen to engage life along side of me. These who provide for me a space that is both safe and full of challenge. It’s funny, in that I-don’t-know-how-else-to-describe-it, sort of way how I long to be connected each week with these people. How to not be with them is to be without or in want. I’ve found a gathering to call home, to call Church and I would long for others to find similar places.

I would long for this simply because I honestly believe this is the sort of connections God intended when he said, “it is not good that man be alone.” We need one another and our need for each other springs from a deep and intimate longing for connection. When we gather, our laughter, and frustration, and emotion and pain and joy is felt around the circle. It’s shared and it’s drank in by everyone. We are present together. We are engrossed in each other. We are on a journey together, and if after school specials still existed, ours would be being written now.

If I’m being honest, I don’t know what prompted me to share this here, but it’s the sort of thing that just seemed right to do. Thanks fellow travelers for joining with me in this grand journey that God’s called us on.


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