As I write this we’re in London with some of our closest friends, heading to a board meeting where our husbands will work, and the wives will continue to play. We pray for them and drink tea. Or wine. It’s an arrangement I’m partial to.
Anyway, I wrote this post (below) a week or so ago and as I read back over it this morning before hitting “publish”, I think it is true, and hopefully helpful, but like most things, it’s certainly not the whole story.
We are blessed beyond belief with the relationships God has given us. If they are healthy, they ebb and flow. We weep together in one season and laugh together in another. Sometimes those seasons are one and the same. We give and take, rant and chatter and share vulnerably. We listen, and pray. A lot. We gather around a table or show up to help each other move or we write a note. We are all resourceful, important, trainable, nice, draining people…and somehow in the midst of doing life together we are changed. We are iron sharpening iron and I am so grateful that God has given us all to each other.
It seems like there’s been a recurring theme in a bunch of my conversations lately. It’s the DTR theme, and I don’t mean in the dating sense of the word. Continue reading