T.S. Tuesday: Experiencing God Together

“What life have you, if you have not life together?”
T. S. Eliot (The Rock, 1934)

This weekend, Love drove out fear.
My fears. Of moving to another country. Of leaving everything I know behind.
Fear had begun to fester. Worry set in. Then disengagement, disconnection, isolation.
I don’t do well when I can’t name things, explain things, write it all out and flourish it with a pretty little bow.
I don’t do well with in-betweens. And right now I’m in between jobs, in between countries, in between lives.
To put it mildly, I’ve been shutting down. Not an earth shattering break down, just a slow dulling of emotions, tamping down of fear, tuning out of daily life to be lulled by the constant hum of doubt and second guessing.
My prayers of gratitude shifted to pleas for peace.
And on Saturday morning, God answered my plea.
My friends and roommates threw me an incredible “Brunch Voyage” going away party complete with every delicious brunch food imaginable and all of my favorite people in San Diego.
Not only did my gooey pancakes topped with Nutella, raspberries, and chocolate sprinkles fill my belly, the company was sustenance for my soul.
I don’t write about my friends very often because I haven’t really figured out a way to talk about them without sounding like every other social media user who writes “my hubbie is the BEST <3” or “FAB weekend with my girlz.”
Of course most people think their friends are the best ever. But I really do think I’ve got a unique thing going.
My friends from college have become my family. They have been the most shaping influence on my life. They daily challenge me and encourage me and draw out my hideous witch cackle laugh like nobody’s business.
And this weekend God used them. He used them to remind me of who I am.
A speaker at my church once said, “The people we love the most reveal our God-given identities,” and I’ve found that to be exactly right.
On Saturday my San Diego family joined together to remind me of who and whose I am.
When my own prayers had fallen flat, when I’d become caught in a cyclone of burnout and apathy, when I began to doubt my own ability to experience God, my friends showed up.
With their words and pancake toppings and hugs and prayers, they breathed life back into me.
They reminded me that I am not alone. That I don’t have to hear from God alone. That I was created for community. 
The most meaningful and humbling part for me was when they spoke words of affirmation. They affirmed my character and my dreams, reminding me of who I am and who I want to be. They recounted the promises God has spoken to me. They told stories of the shifts and triumphs I’ve already experienced.
More than just offering reassuring words (everyone likes to hear good things about themselves), my friends’ words revealed the thread of God’s presence and purpose and love in my life.
And it was this Love that drove out my fears. My friends’ love for me. Their love for God. Their reminders that Love is with me and goes before me, even all the way to Guatemala.
When everyone finally cleared out of our living room and the final plates were scrubbed of maple and boysenberry syrup, I found myself stunned.
Overwhelmed by their words and overwhelmed by God’s grace. And in awe of the transformation that had taken place in my heart in just a few hours’ time.
Numbness had given way to a full array of emotions. Weeping had turned to laughing. Sadness to joy.
And, like most meaningful times in my life, all I can say is Thank You.
To my friends I say thank you for your prayers for safety and purpose and community and vision.
Thank you for your cards and quotes and books and letters. They are more meaningful than you know.
Thank you for your time given up on a Saturday morning.
Thank you for your tears and emotion shed for me.
Thank you for speaking to my God-given identity.
The day was life giving.
The day was hope bringing.
The day was from God.
And to God I say Thank You as well.
Thank you for speaking through my community to remind me of your goodness, to remind me of who I am, to point me to who you are calling me to be by reminding me of your promises and your work in my life.
Thank you for loving me and shaping me and speaking to my heart. Thank you for this life we have together.
Amen. 
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Hungry: Remembering God in the Fat Days

In case you haven't heard, I'm starting a new series on body image and identity called Hungry, based off of the bold and transformational book, Hungry: One Woman's Battle with and Victory over Anorexia and Bulimia.

As a part of this series, today I'd like to share an incredible resource for anyone female out there, or anyone who knows anyone female out there. A few months ago, I stumbled upon this great online community called The Good Women Project. I love this website because they tackle tough issues--like eating disorders, porn, lust, dating, and more--without flinching. They've created a platform "to share stories without judgment, experiences without fear, honesty without condemnation, and questions without embarrassment."



In short, they're awesome.

Today I was caught by the title of their newest post in their Body Image + Beauty section: When it isn't a skinny day.

In the post author Laura Colle writes about what happens when it's NOT a skinny day. When the "skinny high is gone" and anxiety and guilt threaten to seize your day.

"I head to my closet, once again longing for winter so I can hide behind hoodies and scarves. I go for my default and grab the leggings that hold in my tummy and a blouse top so I don’t have to suck in.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t care so much and I could be one of those people who just lets it all hang out anyway. But I care, way too much."

Most days, I care too much, too. I try too hard. I take too much pride in my skinny days, the days the mirror cooperates. And I freeze up in failure on the fat days. This is not a way to live.

On those fat days, like Laura, I need to be snapped out of my pity party and allow God to ask me the question:

"How dare you call what I created not good enough."

How dare I forget that I am beautiful and perfect, fearfully and wonderfully made?

To read more, check out the full article here.

Also, I'd encourage you to check out the Good Women Project through your social medium of choice:

--Cruise around their website: http://goodwomenproject.com/
--Become a fan on Facebook: facebook.com/goodwomenproject
--Follow them on Twitter: @goodwomenproj
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Can you relate to Laura? Do you ever tell God that His work isn't good enough? Challenge: What are three things you love about the way God made you?
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