Dear Life Group,
For so long I was in search of "our people." You know, those go-to people that are your tribe; the ones who stick with you even when you royally mess up, hurt feelings, say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, need a good laugh, an escape from reality, and the like. I tended to compartmentalize our life group. I thought of our group as a separate entity from all my other relationships and I was wrong. You guys are our people.
Almost five years have passed since our first awkward encounter. Who could've predicted what we have now after that interesting blind date kind of meeting. We kind of just ended up together and never looked back. The moment the realness was laid out on the line that first meeting, I knew we had something great but I didn't know how great until this past year.
We have been through a lot together over these five years. Babies being born, home building, vacations, birthdays, social outings, loss, and suffering. It wasn't until last summer when we sat on the patio that hot August night did I realize that none of us were going anywhere even though we were probably facing one of our greatest challenges as a group: fighting for one of our own.
That moment was it for me. The moment we stood in solidarity for one of our life groupies was the moment I knew we found our people. I guess I always knew it in my heart, I just needed a moment to bring it to life.
Throughout this year we have trudged along all trying to better ourselves, our lives, our marriages, and our families together. We have never wavered from the realness we bring to the table every time we are together. I know our new church lingo is to call our group a "home group" but I refuse. We do life together: the messy, dirty, hard, and good stuff of life. We are all so very different, yet I believe those differences and our ability to be real, raw, and vulnerable together without judgment is what makes us work.
So, thank you life group. Thank you for being our people. For calling me out when I am wrong. For lifting me up when I am hurting. For letting me say stupid things, make mistakes, and be a bad friend. Thank you for being a place where my husband likes to come. For being the men that I want to surround him. Thank you for teaching me, loving me, and being there for me. Thank you for endless group texts and giving me grace when I had an android. Thank you for being you.
"For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them." Matthew 18:20
Love & Blessings,
Meg
For so long I was in search of "our people." You know, those go-to people that are your tribe; the ones who stick with you even when you royally mess up, hurt feelings, say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, need a good laugh, an escape from reality, and the like. I tended to compartmentalize our life group. I thought of our group as a separate entity from all my other relationships and I was wrong. You guys are our people.
Almost five years have passed since our first awkward encounter. Who could've predicted what we have now after that interesting blind date kind of meeting. We kind of just ended up together and never looked back. The moment the realness was laid out on the line that first meeting, I knew we had something great but I didn't know how great until this past year.
We have been through a lot together over these five years. Babies being born, home building, vacations, birthdays, social outings, loss, and suffering. It wasn't until last summer when we sat on the patio that hot August night did I realize that none of us were going anywhere even though we were probably facing one of our greatest challenges as a group: fighting for one of our own.
That moment was it for me. The moment we stood in solidarity for one of our life groupies was the moment I knew we found our people. I guess I always knew it in my heart, I just needed a moment to bring it to life.
Throughout this year we have trudged along all trying to better ourselves, our lives, our marriages, and our families together. We have never wavered from the realness we bring to the table every time we are together. I know our new church lingo is to call our group a "home group" but I refuse. We do life together: the messy, dirty, hard, and good stuff of life. We are all so very different, yet I believe those differences and our ability to be real, raw, and vulnerable together without judgment is what makes us work.
So, thank you life group. Thank you for being our people. For calling me out when I am wrong. For lifting me up when I am hurting. For letting me say stupid things, make mistakes, and be a bad friend. Thank you for being a place where my husband likes to come. For being the men that I want to surround him. Thank you for teaching me, loving me, and being there for me. Thank you for endless group texts and giving me grace when I had an android. Thank you for being you.
"For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them." Matthew 18:20
Love & Blessings,
Meg
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