"All my favorite people are broken, believe me, my heart should know... Is each wound you've received just a burdensome gift? ...Orphaned believers, skeptical dreamers, step forward. You can stay right here, you don't have to go."
Community is something that I've always longed for. In each new location that the Army has moved us to, we've always found amazing friends, but never a place where we felt that we could truly belong. Here in our town -- in both our church and our local neighborhood -- we have finally discovered where we fit.
To me, community means:
- Relaxing and having fun without hiding your true self
- Bringing dinner to a sick friend
- Getting together to hang out just because
- Growing and learning about life together
- Comforting a friend when you find her having a melt-down in the grocery store, crying in front of the Ziplocs
- Sharing yourself, even the ugly parts
- Being there for the good and for the bad, and loving each other in the midst of, in spite of, and because of all of that
Community is home.
True community is a group of people who are beautifully broken. In brokenness, we find ourselves. In community, we find family.
