This week I’m over at (in)courage again, where the theme for the month is community. What does that mean? What does it look like? And in what ways are you blessed by community in surprising ways?
That’s what I’m exploring — when you’re blessed with community by people you’d least expect. From the post:
“But all of us instantly felt connected because we got each other, when most other people around us don’t. When we’re slammed with re-entry and culture shock and feel totally alone… Being together reminds us that we’re not alone in our strangeness. …This gottenness made us a tribe, a community, if only for a week. We were unified by this understanding of what it’s like to live in a different culture than where you were raised, then to be different in that foreign country, only to come back to your original culture and always be different. Our differences united us.“