Linking up with The Gypsy Mama:
“Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to finger paint. For joy in the process. No matter how messy the result.”
Today’s topic: COMMUNITY
We took turns in what we affectionately called “the hot seat.” The five of us would gather around our sister, our friend…each laying a hand on some part of her back, her arm, her knee. We’d speak scripture over her, or lift up a word of encouragement. Most often we’d sit in silence…waiting to see what the Lord would have us to pray. Those were the moments that were the most special…the ones that seemed to shout from the rooftops, “I AM, AND I LOVE HER!”
Often we’d enter into our meeting time without the usual pleasantries…we’d just nod hello, sit down and pray silently. Unloading our baggage from the day, the week, the month. We’d exhale…often very, very loudly…and just embrace the presence of the Lord in that place. And we’d stay silent until it was time to speak. We always just knew when it was time — when it was time to meet, when it was time to pray, when it was time to speak.
God had it all under control.
And then He would speak. And when He speaks, He creates everything.
We didn’t limit our group to just us five…but most often it seemed that we were the only ones that could meet. And we couldn’t have created a more eclectic group if we’d tried. Different seasons of life, different careers, different strengths, different weaknesses. But when we met together, it just worked. As if we were each a point on a star…shooting into opposite directions, but united at the core. As we walked into each other’s houses, our identities, our personas and our facades just dropped at the doorway. We met together as nothing more than women desperate to hear from God Himself.
And that was always more than enough.
It’s been 11 years since we first met. And now we live in different states. Our lives are in different seasons once again…different careers, different strengths, different weaknesses. Different directions, different successes and different failures. Yet, when it’s time to meet, we just know it. We’re united at the core. And we meet. And we pray as we always did. Dropping it all at the door, and simply walking into silence. Praying what the Lord would have us to pray, allowing for moments for God to continue to shout from the rooftops, “I AM, AND I LOVE HER!”
It’s an Acts-generation community. It’s small and seemingly insignificant…just a handful of us, literally, walking side-by-side the best we know how. But it’s changed my world forever. And for the better.
Your depiction of your group as a star united at the core but shooting of in different directions was gorgeous! A small group that prays together and over one another is a special kind of gift. I really enjoyed reading this post!
It was and still is amazing to think about how God met us each and every time, without fail. Good to remember that when I think He is too far away to reach. Love you lots.
Oh, I love this…and it sparks memories as well as longings in my heart. Thank you for sharing this special community with us here…
What a blessing you have experienced with your friends. I find it refreshing that you were able to have a community where all of your identities, personas and facades dropped at the door and that you were able to just let go and let God.
I pray that you will continue to feel that bond with your community, despite living physically far away now. You will some day all be able to rejoice together again in your community in Heaven.