Beautiful

In the formation of any new friendship there are stages: the introductions,the small talk, the awkward second meetings, the third hangout/beginnings of inside jokes.

And then, at some point, there is a moment.

A pure, beautiful, true moment.

That moment where everything clicks. Where, for some reason, things all make sense. It doesn't matter how you met, what your backgrounds are, or where you're going, all that matters in that moment is that you have a new friend. A real one. Someone whose got your back.

Its a moment of joy. Simple and holy.


Since I have moved to Ohio, I have been richly blessed by a group of people who, collectively, go by the name Poco A Poco. Individually, I have slowly but surely had these moments with people from the group. But tonight may have been the most meaningful and surreal night of my relationships with them.

Where else would a group of mid-twenties young adults be able to sit for upwards of 3 hours just talking about the good in each other?

It was beautiful. We are blessed.