a beautiful, unexpected tribe.


On a Tuesday night in early June I welcomed twelve women into my home to read, study the Word and fellowship. It was a beautiful night. We laughed and cried and my heart felt like it might explode right there. It was a far cry from the defeat I’d been feeling just a few months earlier as I sat in the pew on a Sunday morning.

I’m the introverted type. My list of friends is short but deep and, even though I’m 30something now, I still struggle with insecurity about that. I have the most lovely and wonderful friends. Sometimes I forget to remember that. I have a little hamster wheel in my brain just for friendship insecurities: I don’t have enough; I’m not good at them; I try too hard; I don’t have a group.

I’m sharing the rest of this story over at Blue-Eyed Bride. Erin and I live in the same city and I’ve been so blessed to get to know her over the past year. Β She’s lined up some guest posters that she knows live in person (which I love) and I’m honored to be one of them.

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3 thoughts on “a beautiful, unexpected tribe.

  1. I’ve been feeling the exact same way lately. I’m like you in that I have great friendships scattered across my life, but not as one group. I had a realization the other day (when I was feeling sorry for myself about it)–that whenever I have been in a group like a small group or Bible study, I find myself really wishing I could get to know the people one-on-one. :) I need to remember that God knows me provides what I need. But sometimes I do feel bad about not having that go-to group of friends that do fun and awesome stuff together and post superfun pictures on Facebook. Or Instagram. Or whatever the cool kids do these days.

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