linking up with Kate and the other lovely writers for a five minute blitz of writing on one word…no editing, no second guessing…just letting the words pour out of your fingers.
I knew that i needed to go. It would be another way to meet people in the vastness of a church family that measures in the 100’s. So i went. I’m not a big fan of change, but I knew it had to happen. and I knew that a sisterhood would definitely be better then having very few friends since coming back to London.
We gathered on Tuesday nights. we continue to do so. We stop in the summer, because some have children and rasseling them all up into a small confined space for two hours just wouldn’t be pretty for a year’s worth of time. But the time we do have together is something that I can’t really recount without realizing how words just can’t do it justice.
There have been some studies that I could have cared less for. I was not fond of them and pretty much didn’t do the homework. But i came. Even on the nights when it was all i could do to get in my car and drive across the city. because I knew i needed them, i needed to meet and pray and learn and read and share.
and two years ago and this year…i have had one of the deepest sisterhoods that i’ve been a part of for a long time. This year especially hearts were bared and things were shared that just filled each of our hearts with a greater love and understanding for one another and it was so beautiful. We have come to be so dear to one another that we have pledged to attempt to gather every other week to get together and play card games or just sit around food and chat….because we can’t imagine not being part of each others lives. It is a beautiful thiing and something I don’t think i would have anticipated a couple years ago. I am thankful for the blessing of these women. our group is incredibly diverse but its been such a blessing to have all those different life experiences being shared around the table.