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Sunday, May 2, 2010

sometimes, I just stop and think...

Wow, I know these girls.  Like, I know them.  They have carried my burdens.  They have prayed with me and for me.  They've seen me at my best and brightest, and challenged me in my darkest.

I am a part of them.  And even more they are a part of me.  They are so much a part of me that a piece of my heart is locked away for them.  Their lovely selves and relationships and belly-hurting funny moments I have shared with them.  No one else, not one earthly relationship could ever dominate this part of me.  It is reserved specifically for them. 

Into Hymn past, present and future:  I thank God every time I remember you.  Thank you for carrying me from the old to the new.  Thank you for looking at me with some imagination.  For finding the diamond amidst the rubble.

Want to read more?  Wait for my novel: Leotards and Under armor; My life with the world's zaniest a capella creation to hit the stores.

Love joos!

(photo: Milka, who else?)
Guess what?  6 days.

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