I almost didn’t go.
The temptation to just forgo the promise of my presence and escape into my own world was heavy.
Painting a room, that I can do.
Painting a canvas, not so much.
Lies of the enemy said “you won’t be missed… just relax and go home… painting’s not your thing”.
He knew there was restoration in this night from hurt.
It had been a long week of disappointments, hurtful words and a heavy heart wondering if I was really like what was so boldly said of me in a cowardly attempt to destroy my spirit.
A week when the enemy penetrated deep into my thoughts and was tempting me to just give up.
A week where if I didn’t have the love of Jesus and His grace, I probably would have.
God knew that I was going to need this night.
A night to feel loved by sisters in Christ.
A night to rest in the union and fellowship of women.
A night to laugh at our shortcomings and feel inspired from the creativity of each other.
I’m so blessed to have all of these precious women in my life.
Strong women.
Faithful women.
Christian women.
Sisters.
Sometimes, just being with other daughters of the King is healing and confirmation that God loves us enough to place fellowship with them in our lives at just the right time to combat all that aims to hurt us.
Ladies, this evening meant more to me than you’ll ever know.
Blessings,
Anna
P.S. Hop over to my friend, fellow blogger and sister in Christ's
place to see the creative way she captured our evening. Take a peek around, you'll love her little southern space at
Peonies & Buttercups.
