“We are all just women walking through life…But when Jesus is our common denominator, everything changes.”
Candace Cameron Bure
We had just moved to a new location and a new Church when I first began to blog. Several times I spoke of missing community. My network of friends & Sisters in Christ. My “sisterhood”. Sisterhood, through the common thread of Christ is something to behold. Something I hope and pray every woman, from young to old, has the opportunity of experiencing.
Today I am blessed with community. A new community of women who encourage and build each other up. Women who pray over one another, pray together, share tears and laughter. Joy and heartache. Help carry each others burdens. Share pajama night together. Break bread together. And open God’s Word together.
In a society where women spend more time comparing and competing, ripping one another apart, and trying to out Pinterest the other, my community is refreshing. It’s a blessing. A gift.
“So speak encouraging words to one another. Build up hope so you’ll all be together in this, no one left out, no one left behind. I know you’re already doing this; just keep on doing it.” I Thessalonians 5:11 MSG
We are women who want God. Women who long to be the very best we can be in Christ. Women with a burden to share what we have~Jesus.
With Jesus as our common denominator, there is transparency and trust. A safe place to bring the good, the bad, the hard, the hurts. Where fears and worries are laid open. Hearts placed in the hands of those that care.
A rare gift.
I am one who thrives in community. One who withers without it.
And though I am walking through a season of unanswered questions, hard questions, I am thriving. I am comforted. I am blessed.
There’s provision in His Word daily. Accountability when my faith grows weak and I grow weary.
And the stories…oh the stories.
Mary, a young virgin girl, gives birth in a stable.
A story of shepherds who left their sheep and went running to see The Savior.
Stories of obedience. And rebellion. Of one being thrown into a pit, only to be raised and redeemed by God.
Stories of God reaching down to the lowliest and using them for His Purpose.
Stories of grace and mercy and forgiveness.
Our own real life stories, though lived out today, yet not so different from the stories of long ago.
And we can relate. We find Him there. He meets us here.
There is a thread of text messaging going on daily. From early pre-dawn through the dark of the night.
This community puts me smack in the middle of the “sweet spot” of my spiritual gift. Encouraging. Women in particular. Pouring into women. Loving and supporting them. Being loved and supported in return.
I read a quote someone had posted on Facebook this morning by Pastor Ed Young. It said:
“We need the right ‘they’ in our lives. T =Tough people who won’t desert us. H=Honest people. E=Encouraging people. Y=People who are Yielded to God.”
I have found my “they”. My community.
I pray that if you are a woman without community, God will lead you to one. The right one. A community where Jesus is the common denominator.
“As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend.” Proverbs 27:17 NLT
Graced by God