Recognizing the Importance of Fellowship
In a weekend like this, the art of fellowship stole my heart.. And so did a bearded dragon.
I am grateful for the gift of sisters. When I married Mason I gained three best friends, each unique in their own way. I spent my Friday exploring the Northloop with Pearla (will feature our adventure there soon), checking out all the upper class boutiques and fun hobby stores. We drifted in wonder at one of the most beautiful stationary stores that held funny greeting cards, met the designer of a men’s and women’s boutique that also designs burlesque costumes, held a bearded dragon in a children’s clothing store, and touched many six-hundred dollar clothing items. We also opened up the depths of our heart to one another and laughed at our insecurities.
In the eyes of my sister, I remembered how beautiful true fellowship is.
I am so grateful for the opportunity to not only hear John C. Maxwell speak, but to meet him in person as well. It is beyond me why the Lord would allow me to shake the hand of a man who preaches to millions and charges thousands of dollars just to meet one on one with him… but he did allow me. I so enjoyed my time with the Wiezorick family, beautiful people who are on Mason and I’s business team, as well as the Grotewold clan. We shared a meal together afterwards, going around the table and complimenting each person’s special set of gifts.
In the eyes of a man who inspires me, I remembered that I am important too.
I am grateful for what Mason and I do. I am grateful that we have the strength to put off nay-sayers who slander our dreams. We build our life on hope. On Sunday night we went to a business meeting with friends that closed in praise for the Lord. Everything wrapped itself together-
Fellowship is discovering yourself in other people and seeing others inside you.
When we allow ourselves to be vulnerable with others we have a great return. Sometimes you can’t heal yourself and sometimes you can’t hide the hurt. Sometimes you need someone to peel the mask off your eyes so you can see hope again. For me, that was a friend and a bearded dragon, John Maxwell, and a business team.
There’s no telling who will peel your mask off, but I’m sure when they do, you’ll find your hope.