I’m here at Allume, where we just did a live Five Minute friday Write, here’s mine.
Standing in a room with 400 women and realizing that each one has a distinct message to share. Our stories are as varied as the autumn leaves flanking the trees outside and our voice for sharing these stories equally different–unique.
Knit together in our mothers wombs, fearfully, wonderfully made for His purposes–even if we’re still trying to figure out what that looks like.
i imagine what heaven will sound like, with the multitude of voices, raised in song, singing praise for His story, that changed our story, His voice, that spoke us into our very being.
We gather here, we share our hearts, we tell tales and we build each other up.
We sing one song–His, and it is beautiful.