It’s always a good idea. We are nurtured by each other. We find comfort in sleeping in little cabins on hard beds, staying up too late, laughing at most everything, telling our stories, raising our hands in worship to our Father. I am thankful for the gift of the friendship of women, though we are all so different from each other.
Part of our discussion has been that as we understand and accept our own uniqueness we can move on past our insecurities and fears to loving the other woman who is unique in a, well, unique way. Seems basic, but really quite profound. May it be so.
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The AuthorHolly Newman
Imperfect follower of Jesus, wife to the greatest guy in the world, Mom to five wonderful grown children, and happy Nana to their ten littles. Having grown up in the Deep South, I retain a love for all things Southern. I became an amateur cultural anthropologist during a significant time living in SE Asia and still get to travel the world on mission and for fun with my sweetheart. I love asking questions, cooking for my family, helping women breastfeed, walking in the woods, eating biscuits, and having deep conversations about things that matter. On my wishlist are reading more, playing the piano, painting watercolor scenes, figuring out my awesome camera, and writing to soothe my soul.
A handful of quietness 