i can't move mountains for you, but i can help you push
It's funny how much God prepares us for certain small moments in our lives.
I just had a talk with my best friend. One that I went to high school with - one that apparently thought I was a stuck-up bitch who thought she was way cool - and started hanging out with the summer after we graduated because of a mutual frenemy, so to speak. haha. Actually, we had a mutual friend that we both had classes with who was kind of weird but he and I sang at graduation together - and thus we all became friends.
Now these two boys and I have very little in common: one, a farm boy who does 4-H and listens to Brand New, has ridiculous sideburns, and swears like a sailor; another, an Indian immigrant whose curfew is 9 o'clock, wears American Eagle, and is an Engineering major at UCLA who doesn't get along with his mom; and me, a Catholic hippie dance major who drives a soccer mom vehicle, writes poetry, and longboards. We are quite the crew.
We didn't get to know each other until we started studying for our AP exams, senior year of high school. We were friends - and then we went to college. And now, somehow, we are best friends.
Now, tonight we all spent our time playing Mexican Dominos with Boy #1's parents, who are also kind of insane. After saying goodbye to #1 as he gets ready to leave to Germany for three weeks (#2's goodbye was a hug, mine was a tackle, a slap in the face, and an accidental chest punch), #2 and I drove around town for an hour discussing deeply philosophical things - and the menu at Taco Bell.
Everything that kid is going through and processing right now is stuff that God has recently shed light on for me. I finally have some insight to problems that I've been going through for the past 19 years (and I assume many other people as well) and the best part is that I can finally share that with someone else. And to share it with my best friend that I feel sometimes I barely know? To comfort someone who does not know the love of Christ and show him that I really truly care about him, no matter his curfew and no matter how many times he calls me "poohead meanface"? To look him in the eye and not only tell him he's loved but to show him? And to do all this now, when a year ago I couldn't have?
To think that what I see as my entire life's struggle and all of the knowledge and truth I have found in all of that time, all of the struggle of the past year, my experience with the day-to-day struggles that don't like to go away: all of this experience just to have an hour long conversation.
This is what makes me think that these things are coordinated. Like we had this conversation at the best time possible. Like it's what we both needed. Like God has a plan or something crazy like that.
I like God.
Love,
Always,
Meredith
(A/N: and when I say chest punch, I mean boob grab. In all honesty)
I just had a talk with my best friend. One that I went to high school with - one that apparently thought I was a stuck-up bitch who thought she was way cool - and started hanging out with the summer after we graduated because of a mutual frenemy, so to speak. haha. Actually, we had a mutual friend that we both had classes with who was kind of weird but he and I sang at graduation together - and thus we all became friends.
Now these two boys and I have very little in common: one, a farm boy who does 4-H and listens to Brand New, has ridiculous sideburns, and swears like a sailor; another, an Indian immigrant whose curfew is 9 o'clock, wears American Eagle, and is an Engineering major at UCLA who doesn't get along with his mom; and me, a Catholic hippie dance major who drives a soccer mom vehicle, writes poetry, and longboards. We are quite the crew.
We didn't get to know each other until we started studying for our AP exams, senior year of high school. We were friends - and then we went to college. And now, somehow, we are best friends.
Now, tonight we all spent our time playing Mexican Dominos with Boy #1's parents, who are also kind of insane. After saying goodbye to #1 as he gets ready to leave to Germany for three weeks (#2's goodbye was a hug, mine was a tackle, a slap in the face, and an accidental chest punch), #2 and I drove around town for an hour discussing deeply philosophical things - and the menu at Taco Bell.
Everything that kid is going through and processing right now is stuff that God has recently shed light on for me. I finally have some insight to problems that I've been going through for the past 19 years (and I assume many other people as well) and the best part is that I can finally share that with someone else. And to share it with my best friend that I feel sometimes I barely know? To comfort someone who does not know the love of Christ and show him that I really truly care about him, no matter his curfew and no matter how many times he calls me "poohead meanface"? To look him in the eye and not only tell him he's loved but to show him? And to do all this now, when a year ago I couldn't have?
To think that what I see as my entire life's struggle and all of the knowledge and truth I have found in all of that time, all of the struggle of the past year, my experience with the day-to-day struggles that don't like to go away: all of this experience just to have an hour long conversation.
This is what makes me think that these things are coordinated. Like we had this conversation at the best time possible. Like it's what we both needed. Like God has a plan or something crazy like that.
I like God.
Love,
Always,
Meredith
(A/N: and when I say chest punch, I mean boob grab. In all honesty)
I love it when God plans conversations like that.
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