Together:
GO.
I'm scared to put fingertips to keyboard and tap out "together" because I don't understand together like I would like to.
But I do want to get this together, this community, this caring, this relationship. I want to learn it in the synapses, in the heart strings, for the endings to get the message that Jesus came for relationship with me so that I could reach out to others.
This woman, the cancer-survivor champion, she chases after me, and she causes me to reach arms out and up to God. She pours deeply into my soul.
The Life-Surrendered mama, she invests her time richly in me, makes me a better homeschooling, loving, godly mama.
The filipino girl, she makes me soar with the wings she gives with her life-breathed encouragement.
And there's this Tennessee woman, the Tuning Her Heart woman, who looks into me and sees something of value.
And then there's the quirky Californian-Asian girl whose love knows no bounds and always sticks by me when I'm at my craziest, and messiest and she loves me more for it.
Maybe I do understand together. They have come and wrapped arms 'round and made me understand.
STOP.
Friends, I would LOVE for you to leave your thoughts--your comments are so precious, and minister to my soul--I am probably in a corner of my home somewhere cleaning up potty-training baby girl's messes, picking up sticky banana peels off my couch, sorting through laundry and apple cores, doing a Jillian Michael's workout with eldest daughter, helping my second grader with grammar, or packing all four girls to go off with their grandparents' for the weekend {yay!} ....I am sorry that I cannot answer every comment, but please let me know you were here, so I can stop by your place and leave some encouragement for you!
