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In Kindergarten, I wanted to join the girls who played on the swingset every day…

In Middle School, I wanted to join the girls who seemed to understand what boys were all about…

In High School, I began to see that “joining” often meant losing something of yourself…

As a young mother, I wanted to join the ranks of women who not only survived, but thrived in raising their children…

As we approached our tenth wedding anniversary, I began to envision joining the couples who’d celebrated fiftieth anniversaries…

Join.

When you repeat it that many times you realize what an odd sounding word it is. I believe it is our inherit need for relationships that drives us to seek out belonging, but they are not always tied together.

As a mother to teens, I pray that our children do not always seek to join others.

As a thirty-something wife and mother, I realize there is only one thing I need to join.

God’s purpose for my life.

It’s slowly becoming more evident to me: mentoring and leading women, serving my family with grace, seeking Him daily.