I boarded the plane last Friday morning feeling depleted.
It had been a long few months.
Months that were full of so many blessings…trips, reunions, memories, friendship. So much to fill my heart with thanks.
And yet…months that were full of so much discouragement. A halt to my dreams, a funk that I couldn’t pinpoint, words that were gone.
All I knew was that tired reigned and I was running close…so very close…to empty.
Add to that the fact that anytime I fly, the butterflies do backflips. My stomach goes nuts. Really, it’s pretty miserable until the flight is over, and then things tend to calm down. Thankfully the plane landed early, my crazy-70’s-flower suitcase was one of the first bags out of the gate, and I had no problem finding and hopping the transit shuttle to meet my friend, Mandy.
Just a few minutes later we were exchanging a hug, taking a selfie, and grabbing a Starbucks while we waited for another friend to arrive.
The butterflies were gone, and it was the beginning of a beautiful weekend.
Yes, that’s a moonwalking cow in the background. I guess he’s famous? 😉
Just an hour or so later, we were all at Gindi’s house, together…most of us reuniting with hugs and hello-agains, and a few hugging hello for the first time.
It was a moment when I stopped, took a deep breath, and determined to savor it all.
And through the weekend, there was plenty to savor, and I’m not just talking about the awesome food.
Tex Mex, BBQ, sandwiches, chips with spinach dip (Oh. The. Spinach. Dip.), a dessert platter to die for. (It’s a wonder I came back lighter…I have no clue H.O.W.)
But food aside, the community. The sweet conversations. The powerful prayers. The amazing worship. The heart spills. The tears. The laughter. The stories. We came together to talk, plan, and pray about the future of God-sized Dreams, but we left with so much more than that.
It was all an amazing gift.
I still can’t quite wrap my head, or my heart, around the fact that God decided to bless me this much. THIS. MUCH…with a community of women. Writers. Dreamers. Friends. Sisters.
It’s true. They are sisters and my family. And we share life, even if it’s more often through messages and voxer than it is around a table.
They love me even when I’m the ugly crier in the room, they laugh when I get a little crazy and do a cannon ball into a kinda-cold pool, they listen and love when I tell them that I’m not sure of much right now. They smile and do life with me anyway in the mall when the four inch heels just aren’t cutting it and I’m forced to live up to my bloggy namesake. They (somewhat?) willingly happy dance with me. 😉
I’ve spent several days trying to find words…adequate ones…that will explain just how much these women mean to me…and what this weekend meant, too…and there really aren’t words. Just our Father who brought us all together and gives us the reason we’re doing what we do.
I’m thankful. I’m blessed.
And He is Good.
And the weekend did so much for my heart. Even as I boarded the plane Sunday night in Houston when the weather was bad, and I knew that the flight was going to be rough…my heart was still so full.
God gives gifts in all kinds of different ways. This gift…the amazing gift of community…is one I breathe thanks for each day.
To my beautiful sisters…(in no particular order, I promise!)…Mandy, Christine, Holley, Lisa, Alecia, Gindi, Kristin, Elise, Delonna, Elizabeth, Chelle…you truly bless my life, and I am so grateful to be walking this dreaming journey with you.
And I already can’t wait until the next time we exchange hugs. And maybe do a little happy dance together, too. 😉
***Thank you to sweet Lisa, who let me borrow a few of her pictures for this post.