Grammar lies aside, I learned something about community on Tuesday. My church encourages people to join 'community groups.' A gathering of people who live life together. Typically these groups discuss the sermon or a book and do fun things like bonfires at Ocean Beach, potlucks, or a weekend trip to Mexico.
In the past year, I've had a hard time sharing my deep down prayer requests. Sure there would be some depth, but I was too scared to dive in and splash everyone with my neediness. Definitely a pride issue. I hate asking for help. Must be why I'm prone to cry. Tears are like flare guns.
So on Tuesday, I knew I needed to ask my community group for help. I was terrified, but I knew it was the one thing I needed to do. Their response was overwhelmingly amazing. I knew they'd be cool, but their love and support filled me with warm fuzzies. In asking for help, I received it. That mean, judge-y voice only exists in my head, and it's a lie. Choose who ask carefully.
Whatever you do, don't be a noun about it. Participate!
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