we meet, and in different directions we go.

by Misty Dawn

we meet, and in different directions we go.

like the gospel.

it just goes.

I often meet with a handful of women once strangers, who then became faces I’d weekly see.

overtime they’ve become friends who are not only eternal sisters, but perfectly chosen pieces that help complete my part of this puzzle we call life.

i noticed our paths as we left one another the other day,

completely different directions.

and i praised God for them, for each direction, and for how perfectly He lays out our paths.

i marveled at how He’s brought us together, yet keeps us apart.

how He has her over there, doing this and doing that, and me over here, doing this and doing that.

His presence was manifested to me, and yet again,

it was in the most unlikely of moments.

“let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, 

not neglecting to meet together,

as is the habit of some,

but encouraging one another . . “

 these women, their very presence alone stirs me up.

what reflects in their eyes,

the image of God in them . . .

always full of truth.

fountains, not drains.

allowing themselves to be filled,

pouring themselves out for others, and for me.

God thank you for these women.