My foot pauses, resting on the bus’ gritty step. I’m about to climb on, but I’ve just caught sight of her. She’s alone, ladened with groceries. I can see in an instant she’s like me, making her way, her life, in this land not her own. Our eyes meet, the light in hers reflecting in mine, and we smile.
Then the driver yells for me to board, so I do. The bus chugs off, leaving her in a puff of exhaust. I grasp the rail, leaning loose for the bumps, and I smile at all the waves of understanding that just passed between me and this stranger yet friend. With one smile we know.
We are the same kind of people, she and I. We’ve uprooted our lives, and here we are re-rooting in a land not our own. Planted all around the earth are women like us, our own unique kind. Given the chance we’d talk hours on end of this path that we share.
This space right here? Well, it’s been made just for us. A place to be who we are, to be real about the life we live. A place to come and grasp hold of hope.
So let’s break ground here today, declare who we are.
We are women who…
We are women who love Jesus.
We are women deeply moved by the great big needs of our world.
We are women who pack bags weighing exactly 50 lbs.
We are women who take risks.
We are women done with mediocrity, complacency too.
We are women who live once, so we live large.
We count the cost, face our fears, wetting airport floors with our tears.
We are women placed on pedestals, admired brave and strong.
We are women who, when we’re honest, enjoy that a bit.
Until the days when we don’t, when it all feels wrong.
The days when we murmur, “If only they knew…”
We are women who want to do BIG things with our BIG hearts for our BIG God.
But some mornings we wake, put our feet to bare floors, and feel really quite small.
We look at our walls, hear the sounds of outside, and wonder how we came here at all.
We are women needing to know we are not alone.
We are women needing the soul bond of others on the same rocky path.
We are women belonging to each other, and this our space to be understood.
To sing out our stories, and to whisper them too.
To give and grasp hands, pull each other along.
To find in each sunrise the mercy that dawns, the glory that’s there, the grace that awaits.
Are you one of us women?
Does the idea of a community like this spark something in you? Do tell.
Introduce yourself. Begin to be known.
As we share let’s not mention our orgs, so all can feel safe and welcome.
The door’s open. We’re here waving you in, so thrilled that you’re here.