the path.



sometimes your friends become your heros.


watching dear christy walk through the darkest valleys through this last year and a half has been mind boggling. as much as i know my own pain, i have never seen another choose to walk the hard road like she has. i'm stunned when her difficult moments turn into hours, turn into days and then weeks and months. frustrated when i cannot do much to help her. aware of my own desire to place happy faces on her story, to mask or solve the impossible.


this year on my birthday, christy came to my brunch bearing the most necessary of all unecessary gifts, and she blessed me immeasurably. with a simple hug she said, i just thought you should have a present on your 30th birthday. and i knew she had heard the core of my heart days earlier, and had chosen love in one of the most selfless ways i've ever seen.


it takes a strong woman to celebrate with another when her own life leaves little space for parties, or when glimmers of hope are far too distant. it is this kind of gospel that teaches the character of christ, and though christy, your prayers may lift seldom to jesus these days, your steps lead me to him.


i send you all my blog love.