Community is a choice. By choosing to be in community, I acknowledge that I am in need of something, that left to myself, I cannot aquire.
I am a busy person. I like to see how many balls I can juggle while making sure that everyone stays happy, fed, and clothed. It’s thrilling when our school day is a breeze, we have a nutritious lunch, all the laundry is done, dinner is in the crockpot, and I bake cookies for snack. I even give myself an extra pat on the back when I don’t scream at anyone. I like to think that I thrive in an environment where I can do it all by myself.
But that’s a lie. I was made for community and I cease to thrive when I choose to live in isolation.
Moving to Dallas forced me off of my island of isolation and into community. I had no family in Texas, 3 children under the age of 4, a husband who worked 2 jobs while attending seminary, and I also worked full time. For the first time in my life, I could not get everything done and the Lord faithfully provided a community of believers to carry some of my load. He also used the community to gently come along side of me and help me to realize that it was OK to drop some of my spinning plates.
The Lord gave me a taste of community that was sweet and necessary for my relationship with Him. This taste of community whet my appetite for a deeper relationship with others and the Lord. I learned how to give and receive grace through public confession of sin and I could not have fully tasted these gifts if the Lord not seen fit to move me out of my area of comfort.
As I begin to navigate the waters of new relationships, I am eager to taste community again. I can’t wait to come along a new mom and help her spin some plates until she is ready to let one drop. I am eager to experience the fullness of JOY that is Christ with a new body of believers. Life is so much sweeter when it is shared with others.
Challenge yourself to step out of your comfort zone, reach out to someone that is in need of a friend and introduce them to a taste of community this week!