I’m a shy person, it can take a while for me to be comfortable around people and fully be my self. This year there was a drastic switch with what I would call my community. I was surrounded by people one second and then was completely alone the next.
One of the goals that I set out for myself was to come into community again so I started searching in my church. I checked out what it would look like to serve but my schedule did not allow me to commit to the needed level. So the next step was to look into small groups. I was in luck that the new season for small groups was opening so I signed up.
I was nervous meeting new people. I had no idea what to except. I first met the leaders of the group Andrew and Odalis at a boba place next to church and they put me at ease. It was nice being able to meet someone before walking into a room of people who you don’t know. As nervous as I was I’m glad that I took part of it. The people that I meet are pretty amazing. How they are unapologetically themselves, their openness/ vulnerability, and how their minds work. I look up to these people.
Community is something sacred. Its embedded in us, to crave interaction, to surround ourselves with people and be apart of something. It’s how God made us.
Knowing that I will be walking into a new community in a couple of months is both exciting and nerve-wrecking. In the never ending search for community I am scared. Scared that I won’t find it and scared that I will but will ultimately loose it.
