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.  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.

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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