Wow, so I just got back from spending a long weekend with Christin, Kirsten, and Christianne (yes, you can sing the “One of these things is not like the others,” song now ). And, wow. I don’t have very many words yet. Lots of tears, and I don’t really know where they’re coming from.
We shared so much…the songs and phrases and words that tie a group together, some experiences with God, some deep longings and desires. And we shared some crap, some of the stupid things that Satan brings along when he doesn’t want times like this to happen. In the end, we all walked away, not only standing but standing tall, centered and true even though the world spins madly on.
I think the pic below sums it up the best I can do for now. I found it on the bathroom stall in the airport on my way home. All y’all made me feel beautiful this weekend, even when I truly wasn’t. And together we were beautiful.