As I started this post in the midst of fighting my Sunday night blues, I was struck with my gratitude for community. We have small group on Sunday nights and being with those dear people, communing and connecting, always eases the transition from the weekend into the work week.
Life is not meant to be lived in solitude - even for those of us who can tend towards introversion. Yet when I push myself beyond my tendencies towards isolation, I am constantly amazed by how greatly encouraged I am by the insights, honesty, struggles and joys of my brothers and sisters.Hearing others share their hearts, emboldens mine. Hearing their struggles, reminds me that we are not alone. Hearing their successes, I cannot help but celebrate with them. Their strength lends me strength when I need it. Their joy becomes my joy. Their wisdom challenges my thinking. Their perspectives provide me a new point of view. And when my faith is weak, I borrow theirs.
We were meant to live as one body with many parts. And I am ever so grateful for the gifting of others into my life.
Amen! I've learned (in many ways through a lack of community lately) just how much I need others in my life. Thanks for being one of them!
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