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The Tribe

"Life was not meant to be lived alone. Life was meant to be shared." Surly the squirrel, The Nut Job


Got the boys off to their first day of school. Had my gym clothes on and water bottle filled; to-do list in my hand. Picked up my phone only to receive a text the moment I placed it in my hand.

"Happy first day of school! Y'all want to meet for breakfast/coffee or lunch today?!...to celebrate, Lol" (all the praise hands)

The text responses came in. Everyone could meet. I hadn't responded yet. I wanted to meet my friends. I also wanted to relish in my freedom working out and running errands sans kiddos. I knew in my heart that I needed my friends; especially today.

I walked into the coffee shop and was greeted with a hug, card, and flowers. My tribe is good, y'all. These women knew I needed a little TLC given the fact that my eldest just walked into his first day of middle school. My heart and my mind were in so many places. I needed my friends to ground me and I needed to let them love on me.

I wrote a post a few blogs back about how I was going to be better about letting people in and letting them love on me. That's a struggle for me. I have come to realize that I really need my friends; my tribe. I need women that are going to journey alongside me loving me with an exuberant amount of grace and the ability to speak truth into my life in love when necessary. I got both early Monday morning.

My tribe. It's good. It's wide and deep but not over-complicated. There's room for differing opinions and ways of living as we try and figure out this road we are all traveling on. My tribe has ebbed and flowed as all friend groups do. Some have come and gone and some have stayed for the long haul each having a unique and special place in my life.

Life is meant to be shared. As I watched my boys head off to their schools, my main prayer is about their village: the people they surround themselves with and how they treat others. The people in our lives have a huge impact on who we are and we can have a huge impact on who they are as well.

I usually shy away from hot topics. I mean, I talk religion, but don't get too crazy. But, I think this is the space to talk a little bit about what is happening in our little corner of the world for a second. I won't even try to tell of a solution for the deep routed problems in our country. There is so much pain and hurt that I just cannot try and understand. I can, however, find a way to be a part of the solution: an unearthing of ways to truly change the world for the better for our children and it all starts with your tribe.

Who you surround yourself with matters. How you treat those around you matters. People matter. And our children are watching our every move. What is our reaction when a friend texts and wants to meet for coffee? Do we sigh and go begrudgingly? Or, do we show our children that even though are schedules are jam-packed, people still matter? I honestly believe that the way we treat the people closest to us and how we allow them into our lives matters and can truly change the trajectory of the world around us. It may sound minuscule in comparison to the deep-routed hurts people are facing but, I whole-heartedly believe that most solutions start with the small things.

I have a really good tribe. My people love me well and don't even know it. My prayer is that I let them in to love and serve me in my life and that I do the same for them. I pray my boys witness me (and my husband) serving and loving our village well observing what it means to truly love others above yourself. I pray that we share this life with others.

I will leave y'all with one of my favorite verses. I will never get tired of writing these words.

“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” John 13:34-35

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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