Wednesday, March 30, 2016

March 2016

3-1-2016 From my notes:
Genuine friendship doesn't care about the mess. It embraces happy and sad tears with hugs and prayers and speaks truth in the darkness. Thankful my co-worker did that for me today. Love ya Mitzi!


3/6/16

Noah Lewis accepted the love and forgiveness of Jesus about a month ago. I asked the Lord for this moment before any transition took place. Thank you Lord for answering me! 
So, on the Sunday of DNOW weekend, where we knew much of our youth would be gathered there, Jeremy baptized Noah. It was a sweet and surreal day. We celebrated appropriately at his favorite Mexican place surrounded by family and friends.

The day was so sweet in so many ways....but it also came with a massive amount of heartache. 

I lost my best friend.
Every day for 5 years we talked. We texted/FaceTime/chatted all those days. And those days came to an abrupt end back in January. Today was the day I really lost her.

We might not ever be friends on the other side of this. 
I can't believe I am saying that. 
I don't want to be saying that
I know Jesus can heal that place in my heart, but allowing her to enter into that space where true friendship exists...I can't do that again. And I am not sure now that we were ever as close as I imagined from my vantage point. 

I could say a lot of cliches in regards to this, but ultimately as much as lay it all down, I can't un-hear the words spoken to me. I think I am still in shock most days thinking about it.

Deep friendships are hard to come by. For me it's a level of intimacy that you just don't share with everyone. True genuine friendships thrive and are built in those times where vulnerability is key. Life is messy. We all have a past, or even present that isn't luxurious...or we have a family with a trail of destruction. Either way, it leaves us navigating life and finding friends along the way that will be there and walk that road with you.

In our most darkest time, we looked around and you weren't there.
And it still hurts.



-Karen

Your Will Lord, not ours.

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