![]() How joy is found in simple writing it out. ![]() Every week this month we’ve talked about Bible study. So when I think about change, good or bad, I think I need something to NOT change. Our friendship sure has changed since seventh grade. Morphing and moving into different people. It wasn’t “getting better” – it was just changing. She admitted that day that grief was changing. The hope of heaven, the truth of God’s faithfulness, and the fact that her story isn’t over yet keeps her moving forward. I wonder how she walks through the front doors of the church on Sundays, praising God in the mess of this horrible world we live in….and I realize TRUTH. So as we weep with those who weep, I wondered how she smiled, even on the days she visits the cemetery. College and a few mistakes drifted us apart again, but time and forgiveness and God brought us back again together. We had a rocky start, with middle school drama, but high school drew us in. I’ve known this girl since we were in sixth grade. We sat there in her salon, holding back the tears. Her eyes glistened as she told me this coming weekend was her baby’s birthday. As she crossed her legs, and leaned on the arm rest, I looked at my sweet friend. Foil and pink highlights stuck out froth top of my head. As I sat with a friend, she was sitting next to me in the chair pulled over from across the room.
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