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It's been a year...

It’s been a long year. I’ve held up as well as the next, I’m guessing. Mostly okay with bouts of frustration and a few meltdowns and tears. You?

I’ve spent the last week since I ran away thinking through some things and something hit me a few nights ago. And it reminded me I’m just a broken human in need of God’s grace. 

Prior to Covid I had a group of friends that I reached out to immediately to pray for and with me for a variety of things. Sometimes I’d reach out with huge, life-changing circumstances and sometimes just worrisome complaints. They didn’t judge, they didn’t question, they just prayed and encouraged. 

They still would...if I’d been messaging them. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Somewhere in the last year, I stopped reaching out. I can’t tell you when. I can’t tell you why. I just know that when recently considering something rather “big” in my life that is upcoming, I realized I hadn’t reached out and been covered in prayer like I normally would be at this point. 

And I felt lonely. Wow. It shocked me how much I’d withdrawn this past year. 

(Don’t get me wrong and think that I’m saying that I don’t think the past year of socially distancing wasn’t warranted because I still believe in it and still won’t argue it with you.)

I’m grateful for my friends on social media. I’m grateful for those that text and message me. I’m grateful for family that is stuck with me. 😂 And I’m so grateful that the Lord didn’t withdraw from me this past year! 

I’m just sad realizing that I lost out on some strong support and love from some strong women. But, knowing them, they've prayed for me anyway without knowing what was happening.

What a year, huh?! I'm so grateful that relationships that are foraged with God's love and grace hold up through storms and trial and even dumb 'ol Covid! And to those 4 ladies, thanks for loving me and praying for me even when I forget to ask! I love you! 💓

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