First let me start by saying that you are amazing and
beautiful and I am glad to call you friend. As I consider the grand narrative
of our friendship I thank God that He knew I would need someone in the sister
hood fold who understands ply-wood floor kitchens and dogs just taking up
residence in the front yard. Someone who, despite all of her accomplishments, has a legacy
inextricably bound to the South. Yes, I
thank God for you, for your Southern ways, and for your ability to critique my
writing like none other.
Being human and both being dream chasers, I figured long ago
that our blessings were related. I would pray that you’d be blessed because I
knew within some months, something would happen to me. I wondered why God did
things this way or if I had attempted to rationalize His works, which, from
that man named Job we both knew not to do. And sitting in church listening to
the Christmas story I realized: you are
my Elizabeth.
You are pregnant with the blessings of God and showing. You
are proof that the Lord God He is good and able to do all things. Can you
figure it? I need to see your blessings to believe that mine is on the way.
For enduring those breach and painful moments that give rise
to blessings untold, thank you and Merry Chirstmas.
via Mississippi
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