The week was unusually unkind. Coming into the weekend, spending time with the family felt like that necessary home base to regroup and escape the ways of the outside world if at least for a few days.
Saturday night, at 4:30pm, I texted some friends. It was just a shot in the dark but does anyone want to come over? By 6pm my house was full with three families and pizzas. It didn’t matter that toys were scattered, beds were unmade or that stinky trash needed to be taken out. We greeted with hugs, fell right in where we left off and the kids entertained themselves. It was community to us and it was the finishing touch to the re-strengthening our hearts needed in order to engage battle again.
This is how community has been for me. Belonging to a community has always required something of me, but in return it offers protection, provision and plenty of great memories.
Lately, I’ve been reminded of the challenges and insecurities that arise when getting acquainted with a new community. Please, I beg of you, let my mistakes help you.


