To be real honest, I did not know what to think, feel, do, say or anything. I felt paralyzed. I was quite the hot commodity when my roommate came home and I was sitting on the floor halfway in the closet digging through a pile of sneakers looking for my running shoes to go for an 11pm run. Yes, that really did happen. She is oh so lovely and immediately knew something was up. Could have been my peculiar behavior, my out of the ordinary word choice or her brilliance in knowing my heart and spirit was the opposite of resting at that moment.
It was in this moment where in our safe friendship and unexplainable way of understanding one another that we got to go dumpster diving, one of the best past times I might add.
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| They may be a little older than us, but they are enjoying themselves equally. |
Friendship and community are needed to thrive. They need to be safe. There is nothing more beautiful than sitting on the floor nearing midnight digging through your heart, being honest with yourself and counsel and illuminating some of the darkest places within your heart. There is so much freedom found in the digging, scrapping and rummaging through ones heart. What do you need to rummage through? Who is safe for you to rummage with? Why are you placing those pieces in the dumpster? It is time for us all to be real and be honest. Let's dig and dig together.
