In the corner of the room, I nurse my baby and smile. The conversations flow as freely as the sweet tea pouring from the pitcher. The room is filled with moms and dads, brothers and sisters, friends and neighbors. Thank you, Jesus.
For what I see is a room full of friends.
The real kind.
The kind who love Jesus with their whole lives.
The kind who aren’t afraid to cry when things are hard.
The kind who pray together.
The kind who accept the joys and burdens of doing life together.
The kind who feel the weight of raising children to know and love Jesus.
The kind who want to change the world together.
The kind who only God can give.
My baby stirs and I breathe a sigh of relief.
This post is part of 31 Days of Everyday Grace series. You can see all the posts here.