We’ve walked different roads, but found ourselves in a Thai
restaurant talking about a similar struggle.
The need to hunger for God, and the lack of that desire that must be
stirred in us to do the hard things that he’s calling us to do. I treasure this friendship that spurs me on
toward love and good deeds. It is a rare
friend when, in her own struggle, can call out the woman she sees in you and
spark her back to life. I feel that
person, the one that I wanted to be, the one that this friend saw in me even as
a child, rising up to be victorious again.
How does she do it? The same way every great woman does, she sees beauty
and calls it out. What a treasure.
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
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