The question of the day is: how much can one heart take?
For three years, a small, loving community met weekly in our home. It consisted of two singles ladies and 3 families, plus my family of 6. It was a safe place to be vulnerable, introspective, to celebrate, and to explore spirituality. It was a place where we knew, loved and supported each other’s kids and each other, and a place to pray for our neighborhood and city, doing acts of service for its benefit.
Over the last year, one of the single ladies moved away, and one of the families moved away. Those were hard hits. The schedule and rhythm of our community was shaken, and we quit meeting on a regular basis; however, we didn’t quit being friends and relying on each other to help meet physical and spiritual needs.
Then this last week, we found out that the 2 other families are moving out of state. One got a job in Texas, the other is moving back home to where their family is in New Jersey.
One of my friends asked how I’m doing. It is a legitimate question; however, it is a question that I haven’t let myself answer. It is one of those things that, if I stop to really think about it, would have the possibility of undoing my world. I’m not talking about my faith being shattered, but the sense of belonging to a particular area. The sense of community, of being understood, of having support.
I can tell you how grateful I am to have had time with these people. They were all such quality friends and true gifts from God. I will continue to follow their journey as they move on to where God is designing them to flourish.
I can also tell you that there are still beautiful people in my city with whom I am friends. The relationships haven’t occurred quite as naturally due to proximity within the city, or like-faith issues, but still loving, supportive relationships. I desperately need these people in my life, and I will be pursuing them with more consistency.
We also all know how long it takes to feel known, understood and safe. Those commodities are rare and traditionally a long time in coming. My home is that kind of place for me, for which I am extremely grateful; however, I long for friends with whom I can equally be at home. Without people with whom I can be fully known, I feel uncovered and/or vulnerable.
As we process out these dear people to their next destination, I ask that you pray for my family. We will be seeking God to ask Him to help direct our steps, comfort our hearts, and create depth and trust with friends on a supernaturally fast pace.
Thanks for your encouragement and support!