I have a friend. She’s so similar to me, she’s different in all the inspiring ways, she could very possibly be my favorite woman ever, except. . .
Except that–I’ve only ever seen her once in my entire life.
It was at summer camp and I literally have a grand total of ONE picture with the two of us together:
But, through the beautiful power of social media, she and I have reconnected. She writes her own blog, chronicling her and her husbands adoption journey. It’s beautiful and heart-wrentching and inspiring–all good things.
Well, this friend wrote me a very powerful and beautifully timed letter right after I started this blog.
I was so nervous. I’d been putting off writing for SO long, even though I’d been wanting to, and my first few posts were terrifying and left me in a very vulnerable place.
This beautiful woman, Natalie, not only wrote me words of encouragement, but also recommended me a book to help me along.
This book is called: Cold Tangerines, by Shauna Niequist, and it is beautiful.
From the very first words I knew this book was going to be a good fit for me.
Chapter after chapter Mrs. Niequist opens her self up in a charming, vulnerable and gritty way. I can’t tell you how much I related to her.
There’s a whole chapter dedicated to her “Old House” and loving her home for what it is:
“I sometimes hate this house for not being what I want it to be, and I sometimes hate myself for not being that either. But little by little, my funny old broken down house is teaching me that good enough is good enough. Maybe in six months we’ll take the home-improvement next step, whatever that might be, and maybe we won’t, but my house will keep me warm and dry until then, and I’ll try to be kind and gentle to my house and to myself in the mean time.”
Oh goodness, I hear ya sister.
The entire book was wonderful, but what really blessed me was her chapter on writing:
It’s like she crawled into my brain and dug around in all my insecurities. It was EXACTLY the fellowship that I needed.
I’m not alone in my vulnerabilities, my insecurities, my hesitancies. Praise the Lord! I’m not alone.
Did my friend know what she was doing when she recommended I read this book? Did she realize that this particular author was going to shine a light on all my uncertainty, and draw me out of my hiding place?
Maybe not, but I believe God knew. He knew what I needed, and he used my long-lost-and-newly-found-friend to pull me through my first month of following my passion. It was perfectly timed, the comradery I so desperately wanted, and the fuel I required to continue on in my journey.
So, Thank you.
Thank you Lord for blessing me, once again. Thank you Shauna Niequist for following your passion for writing because it has encouraged my baby feet to start taking these little steps. And thank you Natalie for being my friend.
I needed it, I needed you all, and I’m so grateful.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.