We see each other in the drop-off line. In the Target aisle or farmers’ market on Saturday mornings. We end up checking out books at the library at the same time and wiping cold, creamy faces at the Main Street ice-cream parlor.
Social media shows me what you are doing every day. Between the swings at the playground and the church parking lot smiles, we know each other. I know what you drive and what you call your kids by when they are in trouble and where you drink your coffee from. I know your name. You know mine. We know each other.
Our communities are filled with familiar faces, yet behind the recognized images are some of our loneliest, lost, and left-behind versions of ourselves. Of each other. We’ve forgotten our own people in the pace of life and the closed doors that keep us from adding one more thing to our already overwhelming lives.
What happens to community when we only step so far in?
Behind most supermarket hellos and park time potty-training conversations and story hour smiles are a bunch of us just trying to find our place in this life, amongst each other. Some of us are going the same direction every day, and some of us rarely pass by on the street. But we’re all here, right now, in this community.
And today our place in life just might be . . . sitting next to each other.
There’s hope in our world that just maybe we really are all better together.
Behind all our everydayness of life is a bigger version of us most never get to see. Perhaps this is where we find our place to fit in, an existence that doesn’t leave us behind, and a loved place at the table where only our most real selves are welcome. A community of friends, of women, of mothers, of sisters through Him that just needs to hear the simple words:
Welcome. Come as you are.
We really are better together when we look past what keeps us from inviting each other in. There is hope when we open our doors and invite one another to a seat at our table.
The community we live in becomes more than the places we see each other at. Community becomes our home. And open hearts lead to an open home. We have more to share than we realize. More than grocery lists or ice-cream outings or the church meet-and-greet time. We have burdens to carry, mountains to climb, songs to sing, bread to break, trenches to hike through, wings to spread, and stories to share.
Together. We’re created to be together.
Let’s step all the way in. Let’s open doors. Let’s say welcome — right where we are. Let’s pull a chair up next to each other and find community on the inside. Where our days are a little less lonelier with each other and a little more loved in our hurt places.
Home truly is where the heart is. Who are you inviting in?
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