Ok. That title sounds super creepy. I'm not trying to be creepy, but I am trying to express how nice it is to go to a women's group, of all ages, and shoot the breeze.
I've missed that and needed that for a long while. A place where you feel comfortable and at home to open up and share and be a bit vulnerable.
And I can't believe I found it at a pca church. Not that I judge them (okay, maybe I do), but I just have a lot of issues with their all male leadership and the whole male only presbyters and elders and deacons thing. The only place where you'd see a woman is by the children's ministry title. Riles me up, saddens me, and I write them off, all at the same time.
But, it's the first church in Durham, where I have 'felt' happy- where there's been a spark. A glimmer of, seeing myself digging roots, finding holy communion with my family. There door's open and the burden feels light. Feel, maybe, perhaps, the Spirit is (finally) moving (again).
Looking forward to Monday night hangouts with these ladies. Looking forward to some good community. Some give and take. Some body and blood of Christ working in relationships, easy or hard, but anointed with the oil of fellowship. Amen and hallelujah!
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