I told them that rebellion is a spiritual discipline for me.
and they knew what I meant.
They get it.
They understand that this pretty-Christian-good-girl life has to get out of the way before I can really really see God.
That life is messy, and the truth is that shit happens and God is good.
Most of them love wine, and all of them love jesus.
They love orphans and fight for justice.
And sometimes, we take a break from the church structures we have known, to dive deeper to what the church can be.
Almost all of us are introverts, all of us creatives.
We are finding our footing with our words and paint and vulnerability.
We love each other, and pray for each other,
And encourage each other to be who we were made to be.
They make me believe that I’m not crazy for believing there is more. That dreaming is holy, and that my voice matters.
Most of them live in texas, and none in california,
But they are my people.
and i just met them in person yesterday.