A little piece of my heart left for Tennessee. As I write, my friend is driving to her new home ten hours and three states away.
I’ve never been one to speak of “best” friends, nor ever once to sport a broken-heart, BFF necklace.
Instead I’ve long praised “different friends for different reasons” and “changing friends in different seasons.” I don’t think I’m changing my tune.
But that doesn’t mean certain friends don’t rise to the top.
“Hi Abigail. I’m disappointed. I thought you said we would… but you changed the plan. I wanted to share my thoughts.” My heart sank. Like most of you, I don’t like conflict. Confrontation is uncomfortable. It doesn’t feel good to expose faults or have them exposed. It would have been easy for Sage to nurse…
Loves that last welcome frets and rubs. That’s how they rise to heaven. We all want that kind of forever-love, that everlasting, never-failing, ongoing sort of love. At the very least, we want to keep our love sweet. I mean more than married love here. I mean all the “natural” loves. But as C.S. Lewis…
Are you a prisoner of hope? I am. It’s just not in me to give up. I simply cannot not hope. Which is not to say my hopes aren’t dashed. I hoped one son would get the start. He didn’t. I hoped another one would get a lead. He didn’t. I hoped my husband and…