Well, hello there. I'm admittedly getting this out to you all a bit late. Calling 11:53 "the morning" is perhaps a bit generous. But I was off drinking my morning cups with a flesh-and-blood friend in a real restaurant, so you'll just have to pardon my tardiness.
For those of you who might be new around here, welcome! Each Friday, I share my random thoughts and stories from the week, sometimes what I'm learning or reading or listening to. Imagine it as me sharing whatever is on the brain as we sit down over a nice cup of coffee. I'd love to hear what you're thinking about too, so feel free to share in the comments or on social media.
This week, I'm thinking about how blessed I am when it comes to friends. Actually, I've been thinking about this for the last several weeks. I've been thinking that what I really need is not a host of friends but rather a small cluster of deep, fierce friendships. And that's what I've been given.
These people who are unafraid of my heartaches and the messy, unanswerable parts of life. The ones who delight in my joy. The ones who hear me at my worst and still for some reason think I'm amazing. The ones who remind me who I am and encourage the passions of my heart. The ones who are willing to just come sit for a while, to share common space, common air. The ones who let me not have all the answers and listen as I wrestle and question and explore. The ones who know me - and seek to know me - and treasure what they find, with the brokenness and the beauty. These people make me a better person, a better wife, a better friend, and a better disciple of Jesus, and I am deeply grateful.
What are you thinking about this Friday? I'd love to hear about it!