I had a pleasant trip up north to see Mates of State. Wish I could’ve encouraged the crowd at Messiah College to bounce a little more, though. (Maybe they think Jesus doesn’t dance. I dunno.) Turns out the show was a benefit for Invisible Children in Uganda. That made me happy.
Since I was in Baltimore this afternoon I had the chance see my longtime friend, Kristin. It was so nice to hold her handsome newborn baby, Brendan. Kristin was a mentor and older sister to me all throughout college. It worked out fine that she was in grad school for counseling all the while I was the wreck of the Titanic and needed her to counsel me. Kris is one of the most excellent listeners on the planet. She taught me how to not be such a “strong girl,” and to learn how to feel all over again. It’s nice to hold her babies now that she’s all grown up.
I got pretty teary tonight as I asked Jesus to bless Kristin real good. I realized all at once how much of her I’ve brought with me into my friendships. She left me a path of clear footprints to try to follow, particularly in the shape of learning to listen to people, and in some basic counseling skills.
Friendships are such nice school houses to sit in. The notes on the chalkboard get written all over our manners and memories, sometimes without us even noticing.