Sometimes life has a way of meeting a need we weren’t aware we had, in ways we never expected to experience. This recently became my truth in the midst of roses, cookies, and a rooftop view.
When I arrived at what I assumed would be an “adorable event with my girlfriends,” I was anticipating nothing but a good time. My expectation of a “flower crown party” was highly matter of fact. I would pay my $25, join women I didn’t know in a Pinterest-worthy craft hang, and hopefully get some solid Instagram stories in the process.
As I sat down at the incredibly curated table of floral goodness (seriously ya’ll, it was like Martha Stewart threw up in there and then Joanna Gaines designed with it), I began the female bonding ritual of discussion. We all found common ground on our lack of creative ability and swapped stories of upcoming weddings and our favorite Nashville hotspots.
We were a room of strangers, and yet, as we weaved tiny thistles around wires and ribbons, something even more beautiful began to bloom...
You see, I walked in as a slightly broken human. I invited specific friends along that were going through a hard season as well, figuring it would be a fun activity to get our minds off our current struggle. And as I looked around, I realized something magical.
We were literally sitting in a room filled with thorns, but we were making something beautiful in spite of them. We could’ve let the fear of pain, the fear of inadequacy keep us from creating. But instead, this room of women DELIGHTED in each other’s ingenuity and imagination. They encouraged each other in the process, made light of imperfection, and relished their brilliance and originality.
What a beautiful reflection of God’s grace and love in the midst of our brokenness. What an inspiring tribute to the power of community and the blessing of womanhood.
We all have thorny places in our life, moments of failure we choose to keep dark, weaknesses we refuse to acknowledge. But when we collide in heart, when we are given the gift of authentic company, even in the form of a trendy event, magic happens.
I walked into a room more familiarized with the briars and thorns of my mind, versus the beauty. But having that physical expression of creativity and community, it settled deep in my spirit. It left an imprint. I walked out feeling inspired and uplifted by simply weaving a flower around a headband, which was entirely unexpected. But I think the sisters that surrounded me could account for the same.
I think God loves to surprise us. I think He loves to use the ordinary to inspire the extraordinary. I keep my dried up flower crown hung on my wall these days. I find its a reminder that there is beauty amongst the thorns, there is life amongst the death.
I realize the intent of this party may not have run this deep. But I wanted you to be encouraged that what you’re doing has more purpose than a photo well taken.
Keep doing what you’re doing. This venture, these events, YOU, dear friend, are water to the wilted rose.
All My Heart,