I love people. I love being with people – learning, listening, sharing stories of how life has happened to us – and any one who knows me knows I love to talk. Some of my best memories are conversations around the table. Saturday mornings there was always someone dropping by to sit and talk at my parents’ kitchen table. My grandparents’ table was the same. People gathering. My other grandma had a TV tray and a Bible open, and always had time for a talk. I love how being together with others brings conversation in some form or another and I love how God, through conversation, shows me that I am not alone, and that there is someone else, just like me, trying to figure things out.
Day by day I am walking with women who in so many ways turn my heart and eyes towards Jesus. How? By how they love their husbands, how they talk with their children, how they forgive, how the laugh at themselves, how they speak truth about being exhausted, fed up, overwhelmed and cry out for help. They have been generous with their lives, inviting me in, opening up and being real.
In the company of women I have learned to love Christ and to share Christ in the midst of the day. I have seen how doing life with others, is discipleship in the most simple and ordinary, but sweetest of ways.
This. All of this. Walking into each day knowing that I can do this not on my own, but with others who are trying to do the same thing – love Jesus here, today, right now. We can gather at the table, the park or the aisle of the grocery store. We can share the bumps, the questions, the celebrations, and the heartbreak. This. This is “discipleship”. Knowing I am not alone. I am part of a community, surrounded by others trying hard to do the very same thing – love Jesus in the here and now.