Best Friend, Broken Dreams, and Duct Tape Bibles

I have a group of best friends, several people who I trust with pretty much information. My oldest friend from this group is one of my favorite people on this planet. We became friends when I was thirteen, and she was fourteen.

We met in the Jr. High room at church, when I complimented her duct tape Bible. It was seriously the coolest thing ever! The next week, she was in my Friday night Bible study and we hit it off. In these past 6, almost 7 years, despite time, distance, dropped phone calls, she has remained my best friend. 

She can always call my bluff, and knows when I'm lying to look strong. She's gorgeous, and I swear has Mother Theresa's heart. 

Tonight, she came over for tea and we were discussing how we have broken dreams. Things that we wished would have turned out different. Different circumstances, variables, really just licking our wounds. After a bit of that, we bucked up, sat up, and encouraged each other. That really, things work out. That really, even in the midst of confusion, life is still beautiful. That ultimately, we have God, who will work it out to His glory-Amen, Hallelujah! And we have each other, to cry with, to laugh with, to be completely honest without judgement, to cherish. Until things work out, we have each other to encourage. 

It may seem like a happy go lucky post, but she encouraged me to not focus on the little things, but the big things. Because in the whole scheme of life, the flat tire, the wedding that got rained on, the class you couldn't get into really doesn't matter. 

In the end, it really comes down to how you served God, and if you were loved, and loved. And if you have one good friend, you are truly blessed. Photo Circa 2009.