Last week, I participated in a writing-in-community event. I was skeptical going in, thinking of all the times I teased my son about watching people play games online. Of course, this was a bit different because all participants would be writing at the same time rather than observing someone else.
You know something? Aside from a few interruptions, I enjoyed this dedicated time for writing, knowing others were doing likewise. This seems to be the kind of community I need right now. I want the comfort and safety of being around people without having to interact. I want to be surrounded in my solitude.
Folks, I’m still grieving. It’s only been about 8 months. If I’m making it look easy, please know that it’s not.
“You’re so strong.”
I have no choice.
The last ten days took somewhat of a toll on my spirit, requiring extra showing up and holding heavy space in a variety of situations. I’m so grateful for monthly friend time with Traci. That always refills my reservoir. Friends, near and far, are a blessing.
Many aspects of my emerging, healing self still feel clunky, even things I’ve done for years. Am I doing this right? Did that sermon land or float off into some abyss? Remember your mantra, woman: Love the people. Preach the gospel. Keep going.
As I said in my sermon this morning, if you feel like giving in, giving up, or that your body is giving out, keep going, knowing that God won’t ever let go of you.
We need each other. I pray that you each find a community that surrounds you with the love, support, and understanding that you need right now.