Monday, June 25, 2007

Name that high school, class of whatever.

Carl Blackburn reminded me of an astounding occurrence last night while I was recapping my oh-so-fun girls' weekend beach trip: a great, fun, sweet, hilarious group of girls who have known each other since preschool (or before) graciously welcomed me into their "circle of love" with open arms, and I am having the time of my life!

I'm seriously not sure what I would do without Liz (honestly, anyone who knows me knows this is true!) and now I feel the same way about the lovely chiquitas I've met in the duration of my friendship with her. Thank heavens she married Steven Densmore...otherwise we'd have never had the Mempho weekend where we truly brought so many adjectives back, including the one Justin sings about. And if we hadn't walked in Memphis, maybe we'd have skipped those subsequent GNOs at Mookie and Sal's and other close friends' tables, and even this most recent fantastic getaway to the land where plankton can really sneak up on you and the waves spit a girl out like so much seaweed.

I blog all this to come to a very strong point, and one I feel very emphatically about: it's a great life we have as adults. We're allowed to grow up with those who knew our personalities before Myers-Briggs got a hold of us (Britney, Aimee and Denita!), experience high school and college with peeps who may or may not recognize the persons we've since become (Sheila, Amy and Danielle), and go through some massive working experiences with still other rounds of folks who add even more facets to our crazy lives (Dane, Brandie, Jenn, Amanda, Kelso, Lish and Bethanie)....yet we're not limited to anything or anyone when it comes to new friends and new chapters.

I love that my Brandon girls are about to experience their 10-year reunion while I remember mine with so many smiles and giggles. And I love that I know none of the classmates they remember out loud, but I can easily identify with their stories. Most of all, though, I love that I get to experience real-time life with these chickadees, including the reflections they'll have on their great times I've already gone through, and vice versa.

Sigh. Life makes me happy. And I love my friends!

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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

too hebby

Today I am a girl terribly thankful for hope. Without it...I just have no idea.

One of my most favorite stories ever comes from my boyfriend's nephew, whom I've only met once a few years ago. He's in his twenties now, but when he was two and C used to wrestle with him on the floor, he would grunt, "Too hebby, Unca Carl. You too hebby for me. I just a boy!"

Today, life seems a little heavy...not necessarily for me, but for a family I love. So that hurts. It hurts to not know exactly what to say or how to pray, and it hurts to know I'm just far enough away to not be of any tangible use. It's painful to know that while my sweet friend will ride through this with the incredible grace that's been so beautifully developed over years of having no other choice, there is no other choice. Again.

And I know this is so stupid, but it hurts to know I'm too small and human to do any of the repair work I so brazenly think I could ever be capable of, and it also hurts that these things seem to the naked eye to be slightly unevenly distributed.

(Are you there, God? It's me, rebekah. Some of us clearly have trust issues, don't we?)

I think I was griping about something before all the news and hurt made its way to me, but I'm pretty sure I was brought back down to the reality check that was waiting for the redhead:

Thank God there is a God, and that He's dealt us a great deal of hope. My life is really not so hebby after all.

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What is amazing is how this family seems to handle the unfathomable with such grace. I pray that I can have that kind of faith some day.
Posted by Just Music on June 19, 2007 - Tuesday 8:32 PM