Gathered As Love.

Conversation sparkled around the room, women bursting, bustling with hearts full, filled, overflowing. Loved. Lavished in love. The room glowed with warm fire, bursting into quiet flames while the chatter ran on. Our love united as one amongst the couches and pillows, the nooks in the corners, and the caverns created near the hearth. We were as one body. Living in the Word. Worshipping by the Word.

It was twenty two women, gathered as one communion, the common being the Christ. Our paths cross some, but more, our service unites.

And I gather from them. Women who have walked, seen, tasted, the path. The righteousness. The justice. The faithfulness. The faultlessness. The cross. The are ones who have staked their lives on the course, and set the journey before them. Arm in arm in fellowship, bended knee in sovereignty.

And I grow within them. Gaining experience from their years. Leaning in and nurtured by their voices, their stories, their prayers, their tears. They speak of children, grandchildren, people through the years. And I melt into it with them. Feeling like one. Blended within.

The women draw near. To listen. To gather. To be. To do. To love. To serve. They are women who are loved, who love. They are women who abound in love, who put on love.

They are women who live love, who echo love, who reverberate love. They are love, because He is Love.