You will often hear me say there is something amazing that happens when women get together.
I haven’t always believed this to be true. My journey into the community of women has been an accidental one laden with skepticism, bits of criticism and some rejection. Regretfully, these things have likely come from me as much as I’ve seen them around me.
Over the last several years, I’ve been converted to one who not only enjoys being surrounded by women, but also needs it. There are deep wells among women that draw up grace, hope, joy and love.
Women understand each other. We are labeled as complex but it’s our complexity that makes our relationships so rich. We get the need to sit in a quiet corner and download the thoughts spiraling in our heads. We understand the feeling of being too much and not enough. There is nothing more priceless than a friend who gets you, especially when you’re not even talking.
Last week, I was at the Allume Conference with 450 women gathered around three things in common: Jesus, community and writing. We came to learn something about our craft but are going home with a greater vision of a Craftsman. We are being returned reminded we are not what we create, but are among those who are loved wholly and completely by the Creator. We enter back having been spurred on to love well, pierce the darkness and be generous. And if doing so causes us to wash people’s feet with our words, then glory to the One who is the giver of words.
There is something brilliant that happens when women get together.
We live with so many things vying for our attention, desiring to satisfy our God given hunger for things He wants to fill. We hunger for the supernatural. We ache to be known and long for the holy presence of God in all things. I came home realizing our need for a bigger view of God. I don’t want to serve a God I can wrap my mind around and explain away.
We need to know the God we serve is greater than we can imagine and more spectacular than we can comprehend.
I am more convinced than ever, those of us who are somewhat aware, are to turn the gazes of others to the lifter of heads so their eyes can be shifted up.
When women get together and our eyes are lifted above the fray we meet one another with grace. Instead of looking past each another we welcome one another and create safe spaces to share secrets within hours of “nice to meet you.” Instead of belittling each other we add value to each other and encourage one another to ask God to take our little bit and make it much.
This little bit of time made much in my heart and for that I am truly grateful.