Friendship

Some people have scads of friends, and some only a few. Today I'd like to talk about a friendship that developed over time and across miles.

I met Sara online, probably on her website through a link somewhere when I searched for military wives online. I was the wife of a military chaplain who started out reserve, went active duty, and then deployed to the Middle East after we moved several states north--all in just over one year. We emailed, she invited me to contribute to her newly-formed Wives of Faith blog, and the rest is history. I'm in my fourth year of working as the blog editor for Wives of Faith, and it's been an incredible journey.

We've talked on the phone and Skype, and met in person once, at PWOC in Dallas in 2010.

One of the best things about her is that she gets me. She also accepts me as I am, flaws and all. I appreciate that, because there are only a few people who do. :)

Sara is probably one of the few people who consistently compliments my writing. She trusts me with her unpublished manuscripts to give honest and loving feedback, and that is an amazing thing. If I ever finish a book, she'll be the first person I show it to.

Thank you, Sara. I appreciate you, girl!

Wife 2 Wife Wednesday

What made me fall in love with my husband?

I was so reluctant to trust my changing feelings toward him. We had been college buddies for three years. I'd even turned him down when he asked me out, because someone I secretly crushed on paid attention to me, and then I proceeded to waste two years dating him. (Plus, I swore I'd never marry a preacher. Ha, ha.)

So when my now-husband started hanging around, the more we talked, the more my heart healed, and turned toward him as the caring, loving, wonderful man I have been married to for almost 22 years. I was scared, and I didn't trust my heart. But eventually things changed, and it was good. And we are still in love.

Happy Valentine's Day!

To join in (even though, yes, Wednesday was yesterday) please go to the link-up here!

Wife 2 Wife

Being a more practical girl in most ways, I haven't been as thrilled with this year's theme choice as I have been before. It's tough to place a goal on a dream. Any achievable steps in dreaming? Not really possible.

But it's my word, without a doubt. Here's the story:

I entered 2013 without a theme word.

Last summer, I went to a jewelry party, and I bought these bracelets for my girls. Somehow, though, I decided I needed one too, so I ordered three. The girls loved their little bracelets with the purple cords, lightweight and pretty.

Then I found mine, hidden in a drawer. And I knew. And I denied it.

But I knew.

I was afraid. Still am. Even now as I write this, knowing I need to share it for the handful of people who read this little blog in the corner of the blogosphere.

I had debated between "dream" and "prayer," because I will be writing a series of very basic, simple, hopefully inspired Bible studies at Wives of Faith on prayer this year. It sounds more lofty and holy to say "My word for 2013 is prayer."

And yet, here I am, with my tiny bracelet and my heart full of words to share, feeling fearful and afraid to dream.

As I read through the Bible this year, I have already started making notes, not only about prayer, but also about dreams. And I am following a writer I'd love to meet one day, as she inspires women to dream.

One of my other friends mentioned yesterday that sometimes words are friends, that they hold hands. I think she's right. Dreams and prayer are friends.


Special thanks to Melanie at Only a Breath for the custom "One Word" graphic. Thank you!!!