Crossing my booted legs, I wait in the high back burgundy chair near the elevator; watch the glass doors slide open and shut. People scurry into the hotel lobby carrying luggage, shopping bags and umbrellas; arms wrapped around their waist holding in the warmth. I wonder if I will recognize their faces, if our conversation will be easy or awkward.
Emma found my blog through the Facebook ticker. A mutual friend “liked” an update for a new post on my blog. Curious, she clicked over. It wasn’t until she “liked” my Writer page and I messaged her, that I discovered she and her best friend Jane were reading regularly. They co-author their own blog and actively participate in the Sabbath Society.
To say that their correspondence with me is a blessing would be a trite understatement.
On this day, Emma travelled three hours to meet up with Jane and make their way into London together on the tube. They both took the day off work to meet me. When they told me that, I put my hand on my chest, closed my eyes and willed the tears away. Humbled.
They teach me that vulnerability knows no boundaries in a screen or cultural differences. It opens the door to relationship. And that is why I blog, why I started the Sabbath Society.
As they step into the lobby, scarves wrapped around their necks, our eyes meet and we immediately embrace with smiles all around. We huddle around a tiny table in the corner of the hotel gathering space, pouring tea and catching up like old friends on holiday oblivious to time. And continue conversation with commas and few periods, over lunch in a French restaurant, walking side by side through crowded streets, swaying on the underground, and following the blue dot on Jane’s phone to my favorite bookstore when we corporately admit to being directionally challenged.
Sometimes I lose my way. I get lost among crowded rooms of writers elbowing their way through social media and platform building and forget why God asked me to write.
Until someone tells me that my words are their main source of spiritual direction (outside of the Bible) and I want to fall to my knees on cobblestones with the pigeons in the fear of God. Who am I Lord?
He brought me together with two friends who live on the other side of the world to remind me that we are created to worship. Life is not about what we do for Him, but what He has done for us.
May you know today that your vulnerability isn’t wasted. Know that you don’t need to fit in to the right place for God to find you. He wants to be your companion on the journey, not the greeter at the arrival gate.
Happy Sabbath Friends!
Let this be recorded for a generation to come, so that a people yet to be created may praise the Lord: that he looked down from his holy height; from heaven the Lord looked at the earth, to hear the groans of the prisoners, to set free those who were doomed to die, that they may declare in Zion the name of the Lord, and in Jerusalem his praise, when peoples gather together, and kingdoms, to worship the Lord. Psalm 102:18-22