I thought I always been part of a tribe. Aside from my family, I really thought I had a tribe...especially at church--the reason for our common ground, the beliefs that allowed us to belong. However, as I begin my personal journey of building my own tribe, I'm learning I was never part of a tribe.
When you get married, move out, leave for training school, or leave your home Corps and division--your tribe can all but disappear. Of course, this also happens in just plain real life. Building is not as easy. Making friends is not for the faint of heart! After all, it's a lot like dating. Getting the guts up to say "Would you want to do coffee some time?" can give me a heart attack and make me want to puke. And really, who want to regress to high school?
And yet, it's vital that we have a tribe of friends we can do life...real connection.
In my personal journey to find my tribe these few thoughts keep coming to mind: To be able to talk unapologetically about how life and…
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Running. Feet pounding the earth, heart pounding in the ears. Tears filled with disappointment...feet pounding driving her to a place far away. From the looks of things jealousy, hatred, and contempt filled her heart...so much anxiety. Mistreated, vulnerable, uncertain and scared....what else was there do but run??
This is the story of Hagar. I see myself in her.
Fuming of frustration. A promise was no given, but no blessing in sight. Faith is growing weary. Why, why must you make me wait? Jaded and burn out, bitterness storing up and lack of trust was in heart.
This is the story of Sarai. I see myself in her.
I am not stranger to fear. No, I have not been a slave, I have not been mistreated and abused. But I have experienced the kind of fear, the kind that both paralyzes you and tells you that the the only ways to escape is to RUN!
I am no stranger to fear. It is sneaky, it slithers its way into my life at the move to this ap…