I can't remember the exact place or time when we awkwardly (i'm sure, because...well,...i'm me, and well, you're an introvert) said our first hello. I don't remember the circumstances or the people. I only remember that once there was no you....and now there is. I can't even remember when or why our paths crossed.
Turns out, life happens in the most ordinary moments. However we got to here was delicately woven together by a God who knows what's up. A God who knows how to love in ways we didn't know we needed. I mean it's funny to think that there was a time when I didn't have a million things to tell you. That at one point, I was just a friend of a friend.
I'm sure it's weird to hold something so commonplace so close to your heart, but you, and this house are sacred places. Soft places to land....though sometimes....the runway is absolutely made of sandpaper. But iron sharpens iron and thankfully, you keep me in check.
You are a gem. Thank you for loving me the way you do. It makes me crazy. It makes me cry happy tears and mad tears. It makes me feel loved and grateful and like Jesus has my back.
Thank you for loving the best music and knowing the words to every song ever. Thank you for being the strongest woman i know and doing it with such a gentle vulnerably. Thank you for sharing every aspect of your life. The funny ones, the sweet ones but especially the messy ones. For letting me be bossy at you sometimes and for sitting through 4 season of Gilmore girls. For loving a rowdy group of teen agers with me.
Thank you for watching the same movie with me 100 times. Telling me which writer, bloggers, and pastors to follow. Thank you for loving 90's on 9, and painting your nails, and being one of the funniest people i know. And for being sassier than i could ever hope to be. For showing me what it looks like to be a good mother and wife and human. (even if it's a what not to do situation)
Thank you for letting me try to catch up to you, though my attempts are in vain. 10 years is suddenly not a large gap to close. I don't think you'll ever know how much i love that we are basically different sides to the same coin. Similar, almost disgustingly so, but different enough to keep things interesting.
Thank you for staying up late and going through boxes and boxes of memories. It's one of my favorite, sweetest memories. Sometimes when you think you have people all figured out they go ahead and throw you a curve ball.
You are beautifully complicated. Your story is one of my favorites. You ooze goodness and I cannot tell you how proud it makes me to know that i get to know you. i get to spend time with you. Because you have a strange way of making everything feel okay. I have seen Jesus in you in more ways than i can count. From your humility, to the way you love people, to the way you forgive....it's something i aspire to be like. you make me want to be more like Jesus.
I believe that you're changing the world in big ways. That your reflect the kingdom....even when you're not trying.
I know that life goes on and one day we might be the people that see each other once every few months. (though, i doubt it because i like to borrow your stuff) I know that we could absolutely survive without each other....and maybe that's a mark of a great friendship....but....i don't want to.
i don't like the idea of a world that doesn't include your sass on the other side of a text. Your bambi eyes when i'm sad and your weepy prayer voice.
It all feels like home. I hate the trenches. I get tired of digging sometimes, and i dont like being dirty. But it's easier to do when you're digging along side me. We are an amazing team. (minus the occasional fight that makes one or both of us cry)
You are absolutely a part of me....not like....you're in my bones...because...ugh. gross...but like....we are kindred. Our Jesus lovin souls are special....cute little puzzle pieces that are a part of telling a much larger story about Jesus, and who he is....and what can happen if you let walls down, and let people love you.
You, ya fool, are such a special thing. Your compassion, and heart, are a rarity (not the my little pony) and they are something to be celebrated. You are something to be celebrated.
Thank you for being my soul sister. and for making life sweeter, infusing more joy and for giving me a place at your table.
I didn't know when we met on a random day in a non memorable location that you would change me. But you did. And here we are.
One day i'll have babies. and they'll love you like i do. and they'll never know what its like to not have a Lisa. and that is beautiful.
I'm sure it's weird to hold something so commonplace so close to your heart, but you, and this house are sacred places. Soft places to land....though sometimes....the runway is absolutely made of sandpaper. But iron sharpens iron and thankfully, you keep me in check.
You are a gem. Thank you for loving me the way you do. It makes me crazy. It makes me cry happy tears and mad tears. It makes me feel loved and grateful and like Jesus has my back.
Thank you for loving the best music and knowing the words to every song ever. Thank you for being the strongest woman i know and doing it with such a gentle vulnerably. Thank you for sharing every aspect of your life. The funny ones, the sweet ones but especially the messy ones. For letting me be bossy at you sometimes and for sitting through 4 season of Gilmore girls. For loving a rowdy group of teen agers with me.
Thank you for watching the same movie with me 100 times. Telling me which writer, bloggers, and pastors to follow. Thank you for loving 90's on 9, and painting your nails, and being one of the funniest people i know. And for being sassier than i could ever hope to be. For showing me what it looks like to be a good mother and wife and human. (even if it's a what not to do situation)
Thank you for letting me try to catch up to you, though my attempts are in vain. 10 years is suddenly not a large gap to close. I don't think you'll ever know how much i love that we are basically different sides to the same coin. Similar, almost disgustingly so, but different enough to keep things interesting.
Thank you for staying up late and going through boxes and boxes of memories. It's one of my favorite, sweetest memories. Sometimes when you think you have people all figured out they go ahead and throw you a curve ball.
You are beautifully complicated. Your story is one of my favorites. You ooze goodness and I cannot tell you how proud it makes me to know that i get to know you. i get to spend time with you. Because you have a strange way of making everything feel okay. I have seen Jesus in you in more ways than i can count. From your humility, to the way you love people, to the way you forgive....it's something i aspire to be like. you make me want to be more like Jesus.
I believe that you're changing the world in big ways. That your reflect the kingdom....even when you're not trying.
I know that life goes on and one day we might be the people that see each other once every few months. (though, i doubt it because i like to borrow your stuff) I know that we could absolutely survive without each other....and maybe that's a mark of a great friendship....but....i don't want to.
i don't like the idea of a world that doesn't include your sass on the other side of a text. Your bambi eyes when i'm sad and your weepy prayer voice.
It all feels like home. I hate the trenches. I get tired of digging sometimes, and i dont like being dirty. But it's easier to do when you're digging along side me. We are an amazing team. (minus the occasional fight that makes one or both of us cry)
You are absolutely a part of me....not like....you're in my bones...because...ugh. gross...but like....we are kindred. Our Jesus lovin souls are special....cute little puzzle pieces that are a part of telling a much larger story about Jesus, and who he is....and what can happen if you let walls down, and let people love you.
You, ya fool, are such a special thing. Your compassion, and heart, are a rarity (not the my little pony) and they are something to be celebrated. You are something to be celebrated.
Thank you for being my soul sister. and for making life sweeter, infusing more joy and for giving me a place at your table.
I didn't know when we met on a random day in a non memorable location that you would change me. But you did. And here we are.
One day i'll have babies. and they'll love you like i do. and they'll never know what its like to not have a Lisa. and that is beautiful.
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