I remember the first night I went to Monday night bible study.
Nervous, feeling a bit like a middle school girl again.
I was new to adulthood, new to the neighborhood, new to married life,
NEW. AT. EVERYTHING.
and not particularly good at it.
Their kindness and warmth was so inviting,
it was contagious.
When finding a new city or rediscovering the one you’ve always lived in, the most important aspect is a fullness of community, a sense of belonging, and a place to be known.
Some of us drive from across town to sit and gather, others of us walk (which at times makes me feel like I live in 1955, and I am completely content with that) :).
We laugh and cry, discuss cool songs and on occasions eat cookies, but we always meet on Monday at 7:30.
They’re a group that has brilliant ideas, odd metaphors so perfectly fitting for life, and an insane love for the same saving grace of heaven.
Fruit comes from the vine you’re feeding from; originality does too. Isolation stunts growth and creativity and we must never starve ourselves from connection with adventurous thinkers and doers.
There is no place I would rather be on Monday’s at 7:30, than sitting among women who challenge my heart and encourage my character, women who are bright spots in our city and are fighting to love it more.
These babes, they’re my favorite kind.
The truest treasures of the best kept secret places of heaven.