AncientPaths

“Shalom sister!” is always her greeting. And for a few days, I got to experience the joy of sisterhood in Messiah.

For a long time, our culture has pit women against each other. We all remember the phrase that many of us quoted in our high school days “I get along with guys better than I do girls”. And why is that?

As a mom of six boys, I can tell you that boys are much more physically reactive. They get in squabbles and throw a fist, especially when they’re little. They may have a loud outburst at their brother for going in their room or taking something, but then they’re over it. Men often love to do projects together and find common ground in external hobbies and jobs.

But women are deep waters. We go inside, and we give our hearts to whoever is in front of us. I think that’s why relational wounds cut so deep for many women. And betrayal is a hard wound to recover from.

But the older I get, the more I realize how much we need the community of sisterhood. I’ve had many close friends throughout the years, and seasons of life changes as well as belief system changes have drifted us apart, or in some cases, torn us apart in ways that have created painful wounds.

When I first met this friend on a podcast, I instantly resonated with her. From there, we connected on the phone multiple times and a few months ago, I came to meet her in person at her home.

Now it was time for her to come out to the ranch and step into my wild and wonderful world. We live in the middle of nowhere, so anyone who makes the trek out to see us deserves some type of merit bagde.

She greeted me with a big hug and after unpacking and getting her bearings, immediately asked what she could help with.

Those days were filled with singing, deep conversations, hustling children outdoors with their watermelon slices and juice dripping down their face, comforting Littles when they were upset, cooking meals together, sweating in a hot kitchen, taking turns doing dishes and at night, gazing at the stars. We got to know and mother each other’s children.

She chose to jump into my world and do life with me: Cleaning some corners of my house that I had neglected or hadn’t had time to clean, Scooping up my toddling baby to give him a big kiss, sharing her favorite worship songs, dancing and pondering the big questions with me as we sat on the porch, sipping tea. She made herself at home and put on no pretenses.

This is the kind of communal motherhood that used to exist before our modern society put us in boxes and taught a separation mentality was better. The family unit faded into isolation and even grandparents and close family members became distant relatives.

As women, society teaches us to compare to the cultural norms and pick apart the very essence of who we were made to be in exchange for some plastic replica.
But this time felt raw and real. It felt like what life was meant to be.

The older I get the more the Ruach teaches me to simply love. I’m coming out of the conditioning that’s caused me to compare myself to others and rejecting any sparks of jealousy or judgement that try to steal my joy.

Several years ago, I was around a woman who I really admired from afar. During that interaction, I realized she had some of the characteristics that I did, and we were a lot alike in personality. And I didn’t like it. I saw some sides of myself that wanted to be seen, loved, and valued by displaying how much I knew or how experienced I was. That encounter taught me a lot.

I’m learning to sit in the background and be attentive to whoever is in front of me, gleaning what they may have to share and celebrating their unique essence.

My older boys joked at the end of our time that “she’s a lot like you Mom“. We both wear our glasses about half the time. You can find us most days covered in linen and wearing some type of gemstone. We love to take deep breaths and gaze at the moon, admiring the mystery and majesty of her. We both tend to flit from task to task, not always completing the one we are currently working on, pausing conversations to jump into another or to tend to a child’s need. We embrace the spontaneity and the structure aiming to be present and enjoy each moment.
I realized in their comment that not only was this friend a lot like me, but I loved all of these things about her. And that I’m realizing that I’m learning to love myself.

The anchor points of Torah are the first and second Commandments: love Yahuah your Alahayim with all your heart, soul, mind and strength and love your Neighbor as you love yourself.

That last part is something that I’m learning to see as just as important as the rest. We have to love ourselves. As I saw a reflection of myself in this dear sister, I realize that I am loving myself more and more every day, and this brings glory to our Father in Heaven.

As mothers, our daily tasks often feel like a mountain. Aside from running a household, feeding everyone good food, cleaning up messes, nurturing those in need, spending time with each of your offspring, loving our husbands well, and educating our children, we also have our duties to the world around us and the extra responsibilities we take on in work, ministry and community.

The root word of community is unity. And unity is ECHAD- the very essence of who our Creator is as well as our Messiah’s prayer for all of us. That we would be one. (ECHAD).

““Hear O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one (ECHAD).”
Deuteronomy 6:4 TLV

“I in them and You in Me—that they may be perfected in unity, so that the world may know that You sent Me and loved them as You loved Me.”
John 17:23 TLV

My heart swelled with that feeling of oneness many times throughout our our days together. The impact of which I’m sharing with you.

We all need those forever friends, especially women: Sisters in Messiah, with whom we can let our guard down and do life together. It’s a taste of the Kingdom and how we are called to live.

Some time ago, I heard the Ruach Ha’Kodesh say to me, “my people will learn to love each other better when they learn to love themselves better”.
Community is messy, but so essential to our growth. We need each other to be complete and whole.

In each other we not only find ourselves, but our Creator. We are all his children, brothers and sisters on this journey of life, if only we have eyes to see it. And along the way we can walk side-by-side, hand-in-hand, and share the road together. 💖

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Nothing has given me a deeper appreciation for the Feminine Divine like motherhood.

The immense privilege it has been getting to grow a human within the depths of my earth is beyond words.

This last show with the Mystic Mamas blessed my heart immensely and I believe is a gift to women and mothers everywhere. The more we can connect to our innate design: with creation and Creator: the more we radiate our true intention.

To all my sisters across this realm of existence: you are seen, you are loved, you are valued.

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Psalm 139

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