It Takes a Tribe

It has been eight weeks.  EIGHT WEEKS since our little miracle girl arrived.

The days have run together in such a way that I have forgotten it’s not summertime except when my 3-year-old is dancing outside in the pouring rain at a football game with no rain boots on and not even a jacket on his back. Oops.

Surprisingly the fluidity of the days has not been bad AT ALL.  We’re all eating, our home is clean and everyone’s homework is getting done. Because I’m supermom.  HA!  Not even close.

The eight of us have truly enjoyed the last eight weeks because we have been blessed with an incredible support system that has eased the transition from 7 to 8 in a beautiful, natural way.

Before this whole thing with Phoebe, I had no idea just how much I needed my community.  I mean, I was raised to be a strong, capable, very independent girl who could do anything by herself.  “People will fail you. You’ve got to do things yourself if you want them done right… or at least done at all.”

At least… that’s what I thought I was supposed to do.

So what is a girl  to do when she CAN’T do it all? When she can hardly breathe for fear she’ll shatter into bits?

Like most of the world, I have been blessed to have friends, and good friends at that. And a friendship is never tested like it is during a crisis. People either panic and run or they press in and  pull you through.

Praise God, we have been blessed by people who have pulled us through.

A bit of back story…

When the hubby and I first found out about our pregnancy with Phoebe, our tribe laughed with (and at) us and rejoiced with us. When we found out that our pregnancy would be exceptionally difficult, they stepped in and held us up when couldn’t even move.

I remember sitting in my living room with a couple of my girls and crying. They cried too.Then they acted…

Meals were brought.

Cards were sent.

A housecleaner was hired because I physically & emotionally could NOT do my job.

They encouraged me to laugh through the tears, helping me acknowledge my sorrow but not to take up residence there.

They checked in regularly.

They prayed daily and encouraged their families and others in their separate communities to do the same.

My tribe… I am awed by them.

The Bible talks about the fellowship of believers (what I will call “The Tribe”), as being the Body of Christ. It says:

“The body is a unit, though it is made up of many parts; and though all its parts are many, they form one body. So it is with Christ… If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.” –1 Corinthians 12:12, 26.  

What happens when a piece of the body is broken? The other parts suffer with and compensate for the broken piece until it is healed, well enough to resume its duties…. and then they celebrate  when what was broken becomes whole again!

When Joshua and Israelites were at battle with Amalekites, a semi-nomadic nation who continually attacked Israel, Moses, Aaron and Hur climbed to the top of a nearby hill. As long as Moses held his hands up toward the heavens Israel prevailed, but whenever his arms grew tired and began to fall, the Amalekites would begin to win.

This is where Moses’ tribe comes in:

“When Moses’ hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up–one on one side, one on the other–so that his hands remained steady till sunset. So Joshua overwhelmed Amalek and his people with the edge of the sword.” –Exodus 17:12-13

When one of their own grew weak, the tribe stepped in and took over until the battle was done.

Oh Lord Jesus, THANK YOU for my tribe.

“My ears had heard of you but now my eyes have seen you.” –Job 42:5

This past weekend we got to celebrate with our tribe; REJOICING in what God has done in and through our miracle baby. The hubby, kids and I were overwhelmed by the complete love that was poured out on our family, both during and now after the pregnancy. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cry about it on the drive home. Heck, I’m teary-eyed even now.

Friends, I’m not telling you about my people to make you jealous. On the contrary, I long for everyone to be a part of a tribe that will take over when they’re too weak; to step in and carry you when you cannot move another inch. No, I’m sharing about my tribe because I want you to identify YOURS!

There was a time when we were not a part of any community. We had friends of course, but not any that would be able to recognize when we were desperate for help and step in when we couldn’t even identify what we needed. Do you have friends like that? Those who don’t ask, “What can I do?” but just DO?

Are YOU that friend to someone else?

Someone once said, “Be the friend you want to have.”


Building community in friendship takes a lot of time and work and “doing life” together. It is so worth the investment.

We will never, ever be able to repay our friends for the blessings they’ve poured out on us. But they’d never expect us to. Theirs was a gift of friendship and true agape love.

Dear friendship is a beautiful example of Jesus’ unconditional, unbreakable, self-sacrificing love for us. It is what we all desire but are sometimes afraid of investing in for fear of being wounded or abandoned.


…in friendship of course, but especially in Jesus. He will never leave or turn His back on you. He will fill your every need and meet you where you need Him to…. often through dear friends.


“I have come that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” –John 10:10


2 thoughts on “It Takes a Tribe

  1. Shirley Stoddard says:

    Dearest Summer, The richness of a tribe is indescribable! A Tribe cannot be bought off the shelf in a store…only given on the Cross. And what a gift! The bond that your family has received and made through the deep will allow you to walk to incredible places, you never thought you’d go. Your story, His story is going to multiply simply because all 8 of you have His-story! Thank you for writing! Your gift/ministry is being used to touch countless lives, including mine. It is interesting, because when you do not have community around especially growing older, it is a very lonely desperate place. Sadly, I see this with my mom, whom I am spending a lot of time with these days. Being mindful of having a tribe is an encouragement and also a deliberate action to pursue. The results are precious and yes, joyful tears that are mindful of the treasure we have in Jesus. Our prayers continue to be with you! ❤️❤️❤️ and hugs, Shirley

    Sent from my iPhone



  2. Summer Wilson says:

    You are so right Shirley! Friendship/tribe-ship is only just a sampling of the incredible love and sacrifice Jesus has for us. It makes me long for heaven because it’s so great on earth. You also speak great wisdom to those of us who still think we’ve got all the time in the world… cherish our friendships and continue to seek community!

    Love you!


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