I’ve lived most of my married/adult life without a consistent group of girl friends. About a year ago a very dear friend invited me to join her Bible study. The group is pretty private, very close and extremely funny. When we are together we are either crying, or laughing and usually a combination of the two. We spend hours deep in conversation and hours talking about pretty much nothing. I feel so overwhelmingly blessed to be with this group of women. So when I came home tonight after 3 and 1/2 hours at Bible study (the terrible part is we didn’t even talk about the homework that we were suppose to talk about) my husband asked what we talked about. The only thing I could think to tell him was what one of my friends referred to as “the least funny joke of all time,” just after another girl told it. The best part is we were all in stitches laughing at how funny the teller thought it was.
So this lady goes to the doctor and says with extreme stress in her voice “I’m a teepee, I’m a wigwam, I’m a teepee, I’m a wigwam, I’m a teepee, I’m a wigwam.” The doctor replied “You need to relax, you are too tents.”
Really though, what I want you to know is that Bible study, our Bible study, is one of the best things in my life. Even if we don’t always talk about our study for that week (most of the time we do) it is definitely a source of strength. I love what I learn, I love the girls, I love praying with these people. Our Bible study quite literally saves lives. So maybe that is what I should have told my husband when I came home. I hope you have a circle.