Life with Jesus

You Are Clothed with Strength

To the beautiful women of DISC

I have a confession.

I think I’m addicted to you.

God planted you firmly in the soil of my heart quite some time ago, but every time I get to spend an afternoon with you, the roots of my love for you extend a little deeper. There is something about the way you love one another, the grace that is extended, the mercy and gratitude for what you have, that just draws me in. It feels like heaven on earth and I can’t get enough.

We had our Ladies’ Night Out a few weekends ago. We met at your house to do our nails together. We sat around the table serving each other by scrubbing off old nail polish and slapping on a pretty new coat. I was helping one of you get some particularly stubborn old polish off when I noticed a white mark on your foot. I rubbed my finger across it and you looked at me and said, “The blisters from being on the streets are still healing. It’s rough out there.”

It’s rough out there.

It’s rough out there.

It’s rough out there.

For too many of you, for too long, that has been the common thread of your life. This truth has been proven true over and over again.

Oh, I pray that God will replace that truth with a new one.The truth that you are loved deeply; that you are never alone. I pray that God will fill you with an unnatural peace, even in the face of chaos.

If I’m being honest, I do not always feel worthy to spend time with you. I am a white girl from the suburbs. All of you are so strong. The depth of your character, forged on the tough streets,  sometimes makes me feel like a kindergartner.  The breadth of your life experience gives you wisdom in your eyes and a deep well of experience to pull from. You honor me by sharing your stories, your laughter, and your tears.  I am so honored to be a small part of God’s process where your scars, physical and spiritual, begin to heal.

I know that some days are easier than others. On those hard days, when temptation holds you in its clutches and despair threatens to overwhelm you, I pray that you remember you have a cheerleading squad. We might not see you all the time but we are rooting you on. You are constantly in our thoughts; we cannot forget about you. God has tied your hearts to ours. I pray that God fills your hearts as much as we filled our bellies at the unending feast of Golden Corral (YUM!)

On the days when life feels rough, please remember:

You are beautiful.

You are worthy.

You are loved.

All my heart,



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