two girls at bus stop brought to mind teen years and always going places, always with someone, always bringing along. i remember leaving the just one store with supplies for our being together. hands full of fantas and twisties. crunchies and bags of smith’s crisps.
at the start of each going, every pocket became a shared space. making sure what we needed fit somewhere between us. it was turn around so i can put this in. do you have room for? you take this and i’ll put yours here.
community in youth’s friendship that offered no hesitation in the asking and offering. carrying for each other.
in age we hold ourselves to ourselves more. sometimes forgetting community at the start of new journey. in the burdening life hands out. despite weight or imbalance, we no longer hold out what we carry for the fitting it between us.
but we are given to each other. for the reaching out before we are brought to knees. and after. for the offering and accepting of eachothers pockets on this journey. the caring for.
“and let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works….”
hebrews 10:24 (ESV)