This is a topic I have recently become wildly passionate about.
I LOVE my girls.
And believe with every fiber of my being that they are gonna change this world.
Wildflower spirits. Hearts the size of the moon. Compassionate and present.
I am honored to do life with the women I do, for the time being.
I have been learning leaps & bounds from my sisters.
I wanted to share an especially sweet and vulnerable moment that really shines light on just how special sisterhood is:
Yesterday I went on date with Bree + Sam.
We walked into the coffee shop, sat down, got situated, and started talking.
And within the following 15 minutes I was a weepy mess in a very public space.
For those of you who don’t know me- Tears are not my forte. I just don’t. Its a rarity.
But yesterday they happened. And I truly believe it is because I felt so safe with the two women I was with, that there was no fear.
I shared hurt. pain. insecurities. And vocalized things that I have been walking through for months.
It was hard. It was raw. And it was Beautiful.
I shared through sobs how I didn’t feel enough. Or understood.
And then the most Christ-like thing happened.
My girls got up out of their seats. Knelt down in front of me. Grabbed my hands. Looked me straight in the eyes- and told me exactly who I was.
They reminded me of how the Father sees me.
“You are beautiful. You love so fiercely. And you are without a doubt worthy of that same kind of love. We will always choose you. We see you. We love you.”
They put me first. They got elbow deep in the gunk and hurt and trudged through it alongside me.
I am in complete awe. Now more than ever. That my God is a God of intentionality. And that He gave me these specific women to be the sweetest of messengers for Him on a Saturday afternoon in Cambodia.
All of that to say:
Vulnerability is hard but there ARE people who will meet you and love you relentlessly where you’re at.
Sisterhood is a undeniably powerful force to be reckoned with. One girl is strong. But together, WE! ARE! FEIRCE!
So, find your sisters. And lets run this race together. Hand in Hand. Laughing and twirling and encouraging each other all the way home.
MAN, I LOVE MY LADIES.
