community

Community. The very definition is "a feeling of fellowship with others, as a result of sharing common attitudes, interests, and goals." I love that at 32, I have found a community of like minded friends. Friends who are really more family than friends. 
People I can dream with, laugh with, cry with, be totally emotionally naked in front of and know that they won't think of me any differently, despite the dark moments. 
People I can rejoice with. 
People I can pray with. 
Share food with. 
Love on. 
The very thought of them brings tears of joy to my eyes. Tears that I have been blessed with so much. 

I pray that everyone has the chance to dig in and find community with those around them. Especially, especially for the hard times. But mostly? For the laughter and the good times. The times that we can just let it all go and be happy. 

I love that my daughters are learning about community at such a young age. Matilda, especially, loves her friends with everything she has. I've learned so much from watching my almost four year old love people with her whole heart. 

I'm thankful for the community around me that cares for my children and loves them almost as much as I do. I'm thankful that I have people I can text or call on a bad day and know that they will pray for me. And I'm thankful I have people that will rejoice over the smallest, silliest things, and also the biggest and best. 

i carry your heart

This. Oh so much this. E.E. Cummings has a way with words that pulls at my heart. That makes me believe in everything that is beautiful and wonderful and amazing about life and love. There aren't many poets that I can read over and over and over again, but Cummings - he made it to that short list.

home means that

when the certainly

roof leaks it

's our(home 

means if any moon

or possibly

sun shines they are 

our also my 

darling)but should some im

probably

unworld crash

to 1 

nonillion(& so)nothings

each(let's

kiss)means

home

restoration

“Human lives are hard, even those of health and privilege, and don’t make much sense. This is the message of the Book of Job: Any snappy explanation of suffering you can come up with will be horseshit. God tells Job, who wants an explanation for all his troubles, ‘You wouldn’t understand.’ [...] 

“But where do we even start on the daily walk of restoration and awakening? We start where we are. We find God in our human lives, and that includes the suffering. I get thirsty people glasses of water, even if that thirsty person is just me.”

                     - Anne Lamott