“Some men came, bringing to him a paralyzed man, carried by four of them. Since they could not get him to Jesus because of the crowd, they made an opening in the roof above Jesus by digging through it and then lowered the mat the man was lying on.” Mark 2:3-4
I thought I knew a lot about community.
This year at Focus I learned about real, radical, loving community.
I arrived in England last week feeling hopeless, dead, empty. I could only see the life I no longer had but desperately wanted.
I arrived back in London after HTB Focus (basically an all church summer camp/festival) refreshed and energised in spirit, exhausted in body, hopeful, and excited for the future for the first time in months. I’m so deeply thankful for community who holds me up in love and prayer when I can no longer do so for myself.
I’m a woman with two hearts, two cities, two communities, two families, two homes… Now begins the journey to reconcile this to my one life and one soul. To learn to embrace the incredible joy and blessing to have so much love across the globe… And to start racking up some serious air miles.