It’s the hardest part of the Race. I can’t escape it, even though I sometimes want to with every fiber in my being. Honestly, it gets annoying and intrusive to the point of making me want to run far away to another country.
But it’s beautiful at the same time.
Community. I have seen the blessings of it, the hardships of it, the fruits of it, the pitfalls of it. I’ve tasted it all. I have been married to 25 other people for nine months now. And it’s hard. But I love it and wouldn’t trade it for the world. Through all of the trials, all of the missing belongings that have been “borrowed” with out permission, all of the conversations that don’t happen on my timing, all of the sacrifices, I know that I have a huge family that I will love me deeply at the end of the day. And that is priceless to me. How can you find community in your life?
day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke
bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved. Acts 2:42-47
Here’s a glimpse into our community:
[Eating together in Granada]
[Brushing our teeth together]
[Watching the stars together… or at least attempting to through the laughter]
[Trying to sleep together]
[Adventuring through the jungle canopy together]
[Getting locked up for said adventures.
Actually, these are just our “boarding passes” for our flight back to Managua…]
[Praying for each other after we’ve been released]
