there’s something so cozy about nearest & dearest. I’m definitely a words girl, and that phrase brings warmth to my heart. as I thought of different areas in my life that I hold in close regard, I felt community continuously coming to my mind.
community. something I love and long to live out. doing life with those closest to us. openness and heart sharing that creates strong relationships. the beauty of going deep, being real, and loving through it.
for me, the defining moment when I came to realize how beautiful community demonstrated truly is, was during the loss of our sweet little one.
it brings tears to my eyes when I think of the love that Brent and I felt. I envision the arms of the Father, holding me tight. And within those arms a warm and cozy blanket, soft and comforting. this is community.
bouquets of radiant wildflowers.
fresh pumpkin cookies.
lovingly chosen gifts tucked between the doors.
handwritten notes and caring messages.
the warmth of a hug, the tears of a friend, the love of our families.
through the community that surrounds us, I have now experienced the Lord revealing Himself through His people. I can identify with the importance of carrying the Father’s heart.
if there is beauty from what sometimes feels like ashes, it is that I have found and experienced the deepest sense of community, and the greatest wave of love I have ever felt.