My husband and I are part of a small group from our church that meets every Wednesday. A year ago, I wasn't sure how I was going to feel being part of a group that encouraged transparency. Like, lemme-take-off-this-comfy-mask-and-trust-that-you-won't-judge-me kind of transparency.
Our small group from church is comprised of six married couples, including us, and an age range that spans from the early thirties to the sixties and includes a mix of races as well. The best part? These incredible people are imperfect and at the same time strive for a stronger relationship with Jesus. We have shared countless laughs and I have learned so much about God's love and mercy, overcoming challenges in a marriage, communication, forgiveness of each other and of ourselves, and the list goes on.
I have been prayed for more times than I can remember and have straight-hiccup-cried over stuff as they patiently listened to me fumble through whatever challenge I was currently faced with. And let me tell you, that hiccup-cry ain't something you allow just anyone to see - they have been graciously accepting of my constant need for Kleenex whenever my emotions get the best of me and have always, always, encouraged and reminded me of God's never-ending love for me.
I am forever grateful for this imperfect, God-loving, hiccup-cry-accepting group of people. They have reminded me to keep loving God, keep growing in God, and keep loving people like God.
Our small group from church is comprised of six married couples, including us, and an age range that spans from the early thirties to the sixties and includes a mix of races as well. The best part? These incredible people are imperfect and at the same time strive for a stronger relationship with Jesus. We have shared countless laughs and I have learned so much about God's love and mercy, overcoming challenges in a marriage, communication, forgiveness of each other and of ourselves, and the list goes on.
I have been prayed for more times than I can remember and have straight-hiccup-cried over stuff as they patiently listened to me fumble through whatever challenge I was currently faced with. And let me tell you, that hiccup-cry ain't something you allow just anyone to see - they have been graciously accepting of my constant need for Kleenex whenever my emotions get the best of me and have always, always, encouraged and reminded me of God's never-ending love for me.
I am forever grateful for this imperfect, God-loving, hiccup-cry-accepting group of people. They have reminded me to keep loving God, keep growing in God, and keep loving people like God.