For the past four years, Tuesday nights were something sacred. It was the night my college small group met, and over the course of many nights opening Scripture, sharing life, and eating too many Tiff’s Treats cookies, a group of strangers became family.
Wednesday nights are quickly becoming the same thing.
After our college girls graduated, one of my closest friends and I started dreaming about starting a small group for girls just out of college. For me, the first couple years right out of college were some of the toughest yet. For the first time, it feels like there is no structure, no clear direction. Everyone is still in the same life stage, yet everyone’s lives look dramatically different. You’re figuring out who you are all over again – what you love, what you don’t, what makes you tick and what ticks you off. You’re learning to be honest about who you are, all while battling the nagging feeling that who you are might not be good enough.
So, we started a small group. We invited our former college girls who stayed in Austin, and they invited friends. It’s quickly becoming one of my favorite nights of the week. I love to watch them navigate through adulthood, because really, I’m still learning to navigate it myself. I’m so thankful for the laughter and honesty they bring to my life, and that we get to walk through it all together.