Being Connected...

It's so important. Where I'm connected. With whom I'm connected. The fact that I AM connected.

I don't mean the "it's who you know" connected. I mean that people know me. More than just recognizing me, they truly, deeply know ME.

It's a gift that I ran from for a number of years. Then one day, my friend Karen made a simple comment. She had noticed. She had seen me. My chameleon years were done - at least with her. As I risked sharing more and more, I allowed her to see me: my heart, my hopes, my fears, my imperfections.

I have thanked God repeatedly that she was gentle and kind. I also thank Him that she didn't let me hide. She had a keen ability to ask difficult questions, and wait patiently for an answer. When I would divert or be evasive, she would gently redirect me to the question she had asked.

Fast forward nearly 15 years, and I cannot believe my eyes. Where before there was just one, there are now many. Many who stand beside me, walk with me: desert, wilderness, mountaintop, it doesn't matter. They encourage, support and ask the difficult questions. They challenge me to grow and expect that I will do the same with them.

I am no longer alone. Isolated.

I am in community. Connected.

Thank You, thank You, thank You, God.... it has made all the difference in my world.