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As women, we bumble and buzz our way through life managing our hive, serving the greater kingdom, and trying to cram a zillion tasks into 24 hour segments. The tireless activity takes on a normalcy after a while, even when our mind, body, and spirit beg us to land.

While God created bees to be busy, I’m not convinced He had the same purpose in mind for humanity. Yet, far too often we fall into the cadence of organized chaos in how we live out our days as women, wives, mothers, daughters, and friends.

So, when something happens in our life that forces us into a hard pause, the sudden break in motion can cause emotional vertigo to set in. Such a loss of balance can cause the most structured of us to lose our bearings. This happened to me recently after a health issue resulted in an unexpected surgery and major slowing of my roll. Let’s just say I wasn’t throwing confetti over being told to sit on my tush for weeks on end. 

Then something amazing transpired. Friends started showing up and pouring out love, support, and encouragement in large supply. Fellow busy bees, already taking on too much in their own worlds, found a way to bend time in my favor so they could love on me with selfless abandon.

I’m sure you’ve experienced this magic at some point in your life, overwhelmed by love from a tribe of women in unexpected ways. The most endearing gift of such a selfless wash of love is realizing that these lady warriors chose to add “caring for you” to their already overfilled to-do list. Knowing you matter to another person to such a degree is everything when life has you down and out.

A slew of women I’ve coined rally girls cooked meals, dropped of flowers, mailed cards and gifts, sent texts, messaged through social media, created funny videos to make me laugh, sent mushy and hilarious memes, brought me thoughtful gifts, and stopped by just to spend time with me. One special friend has sent me a text of encouragement every.single.day for the past seven weeks. Each act of love still lingers in my soul.

While many of these rally girls are lifelong friends, several are angels I’ve never met in person, or have only met once in my life. Virtual kinship is the real deal and these long distance friends have touched me in deep places. I’ve seen some incredible acts of online pulling together for many sisters in need.

While my health situation was a rude interruption to my pre-scheduled life, these ladies made a point to take an intermission break on their own accord . . . for me. Every encourager found a unique way to make a difference by knowing my heart and meeting me there. For a gal who spends her days crafting words on a page, I’m left with few to say except one ginormous, heartfelt THANK YOU.

True friends are diamonds in the tough stuff, refracting light and love into the crevices of our suffering. What a gift to have such precious stones to tuck into our soul. The added beauty of being on the receiving end of rally girl love is a knowing that someday you’ll have the opportunity to circle the support back around when circumstances cause the life of a fellow friend to come to a screeching halt. We can be certain that time will come, and being a rally girl in return will be everything to her as well.

Back and forth we’ll go, pouring love on our sisters in need without second thought. There is power in love—thank you, Bishop Curry. Crazy, glistening power in love.

Shine on, crazy diamonds!

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Shelby Spear

A self-described sappy soul whisperer, sarcasm aficionado, and love enthusiast, Shelby is a mom of 3 Millennials writing about motherhood and life from her empty nest. She is the co-author of the book, How Are You Feeling, Momma? (You don't need to say, "I'm fine.") , and you can find her stories in print at Guideposts, around the web at sites like Her View From Home, For Every Mom, Parenting Teens & Tweens and on her blog shelbyspear.com.

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