My friend

Today, God showed himself to me through my dearest friend. I needed her hug. I needed her words. I needed her comfort more than I knew I needed any of those things. When I see her, it feels like home. I get to wear a pair of mismatched socks, a pair of pants I have worn during both pregnancies, and a tee that I usually sleep in. She doesn’t care. She just loves me for who I am. She loves me for where I am. And, most importantly, she loves me for where I am not- what I lack- my insecurities- my life struggles.

We have been through much together. We have girls who are 10 months apart in age, and they are such sweet friends.

We catch up, reminisce, and cackle (as our husbands call it) like we are just the funniest people in the world to each other.

I am so appreciative of this enduring friendship that God has allowed me to have with her. Thank you, Char, for just loving me and knowing when I need you.

Today was a good day, and I felt joy peeking through the sorrow.