At the Gathering, I didn’t need to facilitate any of the conversations at the table because we’d already spent two days together. There was so much laughing and easy sharing, I just sat and watched. I also spilled an entire solo cup of tea into an 11-year-old missionary kid’s plate. She just kept eating - no complaint. Of course.
Life’s like that sometimes and guess what? Nobody cares.
People are dying for community and a place to belong. So many of our chronic pain and mental health struggles would evaporate if we just had a place where we could go and be ourselves and be accepted, regularly. If you don’t have it. Create it.