Regardless of who you vote for, what faith you hold dear, or how you choose to raise your kids, people are people are people.
As I sip my beverage and watch my girls play with neighbor friends from my lawn chair, I think to myself, “What a wonderful corona world.”
Stepping outside ourselves – lifting each other up, offering a helping hand, a virtual shoulder to cry on – reminds us we’re all in this together.
By leaning in and getting to know the person before the difference, we find we have way more in common than we think.
Maybe the Girl Scouts had it right. Sometimes you need to find a new tribe. “Make new friends and keep
Don’t let the fear of not fitting in keep you from showing up. Own your story, reach out to the edge of the room and find common ground.
Your people want to help, but they don’t know how if you don’t ask. Let’s be the type of family, believer, and friend that shares our crazy and loves each other out of theirs.
Let’s have patience with awkward beginnings and recognize that, as in all things, growing solid friendships and communities takes time.
I can’t share my story because it’s not edgy enough. It’s not relatable or powerful or polished with the perfect quotes at the perfect time.
The first person to pray for us was the driver of the Mack truck we collided with.