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.