Why is it that the greatest things in life often defy description? If I tried to describe the weekend I have had, it would take too many words, and when I was finished, I'd look and say, "Nope. Doesn't quite cut it." I could describe a moment, could find a phrase that embodies my feelings about the weekend. It still wouldn't do the thing justice. Don't get me wrong. I absolutely love words. I love reading about people's experiences (not their philosophy, or theology, mind you, but their real truly live experiences) and I love this outlet for describing my own. But for this particular one, I'm not sure I have the words, much less the energy. We are all so tired, but so happy.
Some women from Vancouver, WA came to visit the church here. We were so excited about their coming, so ready to meet those who we would KNOW. They arrived, and the time was spent the first day or so mostly meeting together, singing (alot!), eating, sharing our stories and our lives. Really, it was recognizing each other. The familiar aspects of our Lord in them dawning in us, and as the weekend progressed, the sense of belonging became stronger.
But so much more than the relationship between us, was the relationship with the Lord. He was the ONLY reason for our coming together, the only thing that mattered.
This group of sisters is absolutely beautiful. Their desire for the Lord is so strong, so penetrating, that they are willing to drop old habits and cling to Him. They are willing to risk looking foolish, and sacrifice comfort to do so. These are women of the highest order. I can't express how grateful I am to have them in my heart, and to be on this journey together.
daughter of my Father, and that makes you my sister, and together we share a life that shows everyone His glory. We live for nothing of our own, no matter what it feels like, for what can this world offer to us, and we know exactly who we are."