Right now, I’m on my way back to Chicago from a short stint in Indiana with a few good friends and their friends. From sipping (free!) coffee in a rural Starbucks while the snow fell around us to making homemade agave nectar-wheat-oatmeal-flax bread (LB’s recipe) for lunch, I was filled with quiet, refreshing moments. I was reminded why, after 8 long years, we were still friends. We talked candidly about our future hopes, dreams and fears. Talked about boys from our past and our present, learning how to be content with where we were, who we were, who God was making us to be.
Leaving is hard and yet, not too hard. She has been a great friend and will continue to be, regardless where our lives take us. At sixteen, we agreed to have international cocktail parties meeting halfway between my life in England and hers in South Africa. We planned on being fully committed moms who made homemade bread and taught our kids economics and philosophy after school — all while working dream jobs at the UN. Each trip home is a reminder of who I said I will be and a glorious affirmation of who I am becoming.
Cling to what is good: this moment is meant to be savored. Each hard experience needs to be tempered with reminders of the good. Not every Saturday can be this simply satisfying, but this one does and when the world seems to be crumbling, I should always cling to times like these.
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