“There’s a point in every true friendship, where friends stop being friends and become sisters.” -Unknown
Month 2. León, Nicaragua. Kelsey, Sarah, Megan, Kristin, Hannah, and Paola. Team Warrior Bride. I have seen love personified in these ladies. We have loved up on the Ruben Darío neighborhood and El Ayudante boldly. At the same time, we have done so with each other. I have seen it and felt it. I have felt loved by these ladies.
Let me give you a little context to explain better.
At training camp in July we were asked about teams. I asked to be put in an all-girls team. There are wounds there. Wounds that I am tired of carrying around. Wounds inflicted by those who call themselves Christ-followers. Wounds that I am tired of using as excuses to the way I behave and think. I have been told—and I have told myself—that all I needed to do was just get over it. That people are just that way. Cynicism. It sucks … and it breeds negativity in this world. That’s the way the world thinks of others and the way I see them too. Society and even some Christians breed this mentality and justify it. It encourages me to hold onto the hurt and make myself the victim. I am not proud of thinking this way. All I wanted and want to do is keep it inside. That’s the easy way. However, the easy way has eaten me up and made me a very bitter person.
I want to change.
So how do I change it? I don’t and I can’t.
Jesus does. He can. He is every day.
I know that He gave me this team of amazing sisters-in-Christ to help. I have been truthful with them. I have cried with them. I have been vulnerable. Through it all they have loved me. They have listened. They have encouraged me. They have biblically challenged me. They have really loved me BOLDLY.
With love,
Pow
