7:45 am Thursday Mornings

Twelve years and counting, or maybe it’s more. Every Thursday morning we gather on Run Mill Drive. Rain, shine, ice, snow, we are there.

Jane, she makes sure the front door is unlocked, then she prepares the coffee. At eighty-four, she’s got some little issues with her legs, so the first thing we do is put her compression stockings on her feet and remind her to put them up. We prayed her through a cough that looked like it was never going to stop, a few surgery, peace with a Muslim husband, a son kidnapped in the middle east, new grand-babies, teenager grand-babies, and so much more.


Faces have been added over the years, and some had to go. But Thursday mornings keep rolling by, and we keep welcoming Him in our midst.

Coffee in hand, we share about the victories and the struggles of the week, and the words are real, raw, reflections of lives fully lived. We have long stopped trying to impress each other or pretend we are or have what we are not or do not have. In every way that matters, we are sisters, accepting each other’s idiosyncrasies, strengths and ugliness’s, always pushing for holiness, learning to speak the truth in love. Always welcoming Him in our midst.

Without Him we are nothing. With Him, we are one.

It’s precious, this gift of a circle. It’s costly, this gift of friendship. It’s priceless.

We strategize how to pray wisely, how to think on those issues that seek to take our breaths away. We find Him in His word and He leads us by the heart with His ever gentle Holy Spirit. We come to an agreement and power is unleashed.

God shows up.

And sometimes, we can’t even speak from the force of His presence. And sometimes, we have to, have to, have to sing and declare who He is. And sometimes, we just bask in His peace.

And Thursdays come and go, and life goes on with the jobs and appointments and kids and dishes and responsibilities. So we each go our own way, carrying within the awe of having met with Him together.

Without Him we are nothing. With Him, we are carriers of His glory.

It’s precious, this gift of a circle. It’s costly, this gift of friendship. It’s priceless.


Sometimes, I link up with any or all of these wonderful writers: Hearts 4 Home,SDG, Hearts Reflected, WLW, EOA, Things I can’t say, Growing Home,Play Dates with God, Monday Musings, Hear it on Sunday,Inspire Me Monday, Tell me a Story, The Better Mom, a Mama’s Story, Into the Word, In and Around Mondays,OYHT, gratituesday,Titus2Tuesdays,Extraordinay,Lessons from Ivy,Denise in Bloom, Sweet Blessings, Faith Filled Friday,Finding Joy,WholeHearted Home, Mom’s the Word, Reclaiming a Redeemed Life, Still Saturday. Wildcrafting Wednesdays, WFMW, Tell His Story



  1. This is beautiful, Barbara! The story of a powerful friendship/community/felllowship of women over 12 years. That commitment and stories, love, and faith shared speaks to what I think Jesus hoped His body would look like and BE for each other, but so few experience it or take the time to discover it. Visiting today from #Tell Me A True Story as your neighbor and so blessed that I did!!


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