I spent last weekend with eleven other bereaved mamas in a small Christian camp in Mississippi*
I’ll be honest-what sounded like a great idea a few months ago had begun to sound like an awful and intimidating idea about three days before I was supposed to go.
Even though I felt more prepared for this event than the Through This Valley Conference in October, I was still filled with trepidation at facilitating five sessions over three days with women I had only “met” online.
I wanted to go.
I wanted to take this next step toward sharing and serving and healing for my own heart. But I was still more than a little scared.
I am so, so glad I went!
Every single mama who came through the door brought one more measure of grace into that cabin. Every heart that cracked open and shared spread the sweet aroma of brokenness and compassion rose up to meet it.
Every tear was acknowledged, every sorrow counted, every story heard.
It was beautiful.
I was overwhelmed by the grace, mercy and love that flowed in, around and through the women there. It was a perfect picture of how God intends the Body of Christ to work!
We were all poured out in service to one another.
No need for a kitchen committee or clean up crew because it was natural to reach out and pitch in.
I am oh, so sorry for the reason that brought us together. But I am absolutely amazed at the blessing that ran like a river through that place.
It was a river of healing and life.
No one left “healed”. But we all left a little better equipped for this journey.
No one received “answers”. But we all left with a few more truths tucked into our belts.
Our hearts are knit together because we chose to show up and be vulnerable.
It is a gift I will carry with me wherever I go.
*If you are looking for a lovely place to hold a children’s camp for your ministry, please consider Abby Acres Christian Camp Facebook Page