Hubs and I gave up alcohol for Lent this year. And everything was going really well. Every once in a while I might crave a glass of wine, or to be able to meet up with friends for a drink some weekend, but I didn't cave.
Until, that is, a certain BFF back in Chicago for a short trip supported my decision to enjoy several home-made margaritas last Friday:
I rationalized that you are allowed to enjoy a drink with a dear friend and toast God's goodness and faithfulness during your Lenten fast, especially if said friend is only in the US every couple of years.
And I promised her that I would write a blog post titled something like "I gave up booze for Lent until my missionary friend plied me with margaritas".
But seriously, taking Friday off to spend the day with Rox and her kiddos was refreshing and exhilerating. I was drinking it in. Knowing and being known. Isn't that all anyone REALLY wants? After more than 12 years of friendship, I'd say that Rox knows me and my heart as well or better than almost anyone. Even though we haven't lived on the same continent recently. We can just pick up where we left off, no matter how much time has passed. And I give thanks for her, for our friendship, and for all the ways we have supported each other all these years.
Her life and her passion remind me to keep things in perspective, to give thanks in all circumstances, and to listen when the Lord tells you to "Get Up and Go". Where ever that may be.
I've been thinking about our day together since Friday. I'd like to write more about all that is rolling around in my heart, the ideas we talked about, the ways I feel challenged, humbled, refreshed, and excited. But that starts to get into telling other people's stories, which is not the stuff of this particular blog.
Let's just say that spending the day with Rox made me feel like this:
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| Rox's first kiddo |
2 comments:
yeah for us time. Love you!!
Can I just say "like" this! And I know exactly what you mean!
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