It became beyond vital for my health to join a small group whether I was tickled pink or down at the whipping post from the illness. To be in rich, intimate fellowship with rare individuals was like a healing salve to my throbbing soul.  I felt freedom for the first time when I opened up the fire in my heart right there in front of them and they covered me with their loving kindness.  The uncompromised transparency ended my life sentence with back breaking self hatred.  For I knew that if they could love me with all of the unsightly sores that I confessed in confidence then perhaps I was indeed lovable.  And if they were an extension of God's love and grace then He loved all of me too.  I am constantly learning this and these groups constantly show me. These darlings rejoiced with me when I rejoiced and mourned with me when I mourned (Romans 12:15) In my weary eyes they became a pillow for me to rest my singed mind. I also experienced joy inexplicable on many occasion. To worship in these intimate circles was paradisiacal.  I am done.  I have nothing left.  My words fail to describe the bliss and awestruck wonderment of moments like these. I had to remember that these lovely ones were not my source but that Jesus was pouring through them to bandage all of the cuts and scrapes.  He was loving through them and offering His arms and lips for hugs and kisses on the forehead, cheek and nose...

***Remember, Jesus adores you and always take your meds!

C.C Brighton
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