Yes, I know, it’s Wednesday, but I’m so weepy over this weekend already.
I don’t know many people who had the privilege to hightail themselves three hours from their homeland to live in the middle of a forest that has castles that look a lot like Hogwarts with cows next door, deer out back, and people dressed in anything from Lily to Chacos to cowboy boots and anything else you could imagine… but I did.
College life was grand – I could drink as much coffee as I want, stay up super late, wear tshirts everyday, and make Sonic runs just for Ocean Water every now and then. I had so many adventures.
Somewhere in there, through art classes and church gatherings, I met my best friends and I learned to talk about God.
As of Friday night, all three of those precious nuggets I love to share Wednesday dinners and adventures with will be married to their favorite guys. I’ve never been more excited in my life, but this last one comes with a big move, too – a whole hour and a half away (with Atlanta traffic, so that counts). It breaks me in a big way, so I’m sitting here listening to John Mark McMillan like it’s my job. Weeping. Because it’s 2015.
I don’t even know where to begin with Madison. I’m pretty sure she was the catalyst God used to set my heart ablaze for the world. She’s definitely the catalyst for my trip on the World Race, but even before that we talked about her trips. I saw her go. We talked about scripture and I had friends who really wanted to talk about Jesus and live it real big for the first time. We nestled coffee mugs and spoke out of our hearts. She has the best handwriting of anyone I’ve ever. She’s always had her own style and love.
We’ve said before, if it weren’t for college, we wouldn’t be friends now. It’s not that we’re just so different, but we are. Friendship is hard to maintain after college with distance and big life changes, but somehow (God’s how) we all four landed in Rome for two short years. Jeannene and Emily told me on several occasions that this was a God-thing, a time to be savored, and they knew.
It started out rocky as we tried to stand on our own feet with jobs and apartments and lives outside classes and library visits and naps in the sun, but we stood. We leaned hard on each other and settled into routine Wednesday dinners and eventually we learned to be adults together, through sickness and wrecks, new houses and adult jobs, engagements, weddings, and so much more.
I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for these sisters of mine and for the grace of having them so close for these two years. I’m weepy because Madison is moving and we’re losing the best Wednesday Night Chef ever. I’m weepy because I know these past two years would have been so different, so much harder, had we been in separate places.
Most of you don’t know these dear sisters of mine, so this may have seemed boring to you, but I hope it leaves you with a little hope or even full-blown confidence that what God has planned will happen and it will be great.