Surrounded by a cloud of witnesses.

A cloud of witnesses.

To be seen.

Those words... they live in my chest. Right at my heart's center.

To be seen.

To be known.

To be witnessed.

This verse... it was taught to me in the sense of some celestial beings watching us. 

And that can be powerful to consider, you know.

But somewhere deep inside...

There's this ache for the human witness.

Who I am... I'm a lot. And as my friend Jessa reminds me, if I'm too much, just tell them to go find less! I have to remember that. Sometimes my "alot-ness" can leave me feeling pretty insecure.

And I've got this friend Aris. And he's a lot. Heck maybe he's more than me, who knows! Wild, right? And he makes this space.

This space where all of my wild weird and wacky self can show up. Where I can laugh, cry, and scream, or all of them at once.

And I remember a conversation we had a few months ago... where we both expressed to each other, the infinite appreciation we have...

Of being witnessed.

I hardly ever even get to see him in real life. He lives like an hour away. We have full lives.

And yet, his presence is present. I know that I am witnessed.

And this gift, the gift of being witnessed well in my story, is given to me by so many friends.

In the background right now I'm working on something so exciting I can't wait to birth into being and share with each of you. I'm partnering with a really cool new friend, who shares my heart for this mission and my passion for business... and we're bringing a podcast and YouTube channel into the world together.

Flipping Tables, is the name. Rescuing Jesus from religion. When we talk, you can feel the passion each of us carry in our voice and within our stories.

And in the space between us, we hold witness.

And it's the same with my friend Jessa. Last night I was feeling alone. I hopped in the car late at night and took myself to her doorstep. When I walked in her little hobbit home as I call it, a small stack of things was waiting for me on her simple kitchen cupboard. Some organic apples, a gorgeous aged journal, and a small drink. Things she'd been saving for the next time I appeared.

I had been held by her even when I wasn't in her presence.

Wow. 

That feeling...

It goes far deeper than words.

I walked back into my house after dropping off the kids at school this morning, ready to tackle the mess that was my kitchen. Only to discover that my husband had beaten me to it! 

That's when I saw it—a cute little pink sticky note stuck to the sink with three simple words: I ❤ U.

And that says it all.

To create this space, the space between us...

The space for love. To exist, to grow, to flourish.

To be seen,

Through the mountains and the valleys of this life...

To be surrounded by a cloud of witnesses.

If there is one thing I so deeply desire to create in my life...

One thing that I know... if I can build this, my life will have been well worth living...

Is to grow and expand and multiply the cloud of witnesses, the circle of friends, that each of us delights in... 

That bring indescribable goodness, joy, and meaning to each of our lives.

There's so many other names who are in this cloud for me. I will not mention them here because the list, in this dimension, would of necessity have to stop somewhere.

But this energy, it burns in me. 

With gratitude, for each of you.

Who hold space for me,

To be witnessed. ❤