Thankfuls.

     I feel like I need to write something down here, but I have no idea what to write. That’s never stopped me before though…. Oh wait, here we go:

     I spent this weekend with my best friend. It was absolutely glorious, as always. Steph is one of the only people in the world who can talk any sense into me, and I am so thankful for her. Where I spend most of my time dazed and daydreaming, she is practical and futuristic. She plans–I chance it. When she packs her bags for the weekend, everything is in travel sizes, and her clothes are folded neatly. I tend to throw everything into two Gap bags and run out the door (and usually I forget something important, like pants). I’m cool with this, and so is she.  I like that. We co-exist and speak into each other’s lives– I tell her to loosen up and she tells me to get it under control. It is a win-win.

    As hang loose as I may be, and as (NOT) hang loose as she may be, ironically, she is the one who has gotten all the peircings and the tattoos. I have spent years saying I want a tattoo, and months saying I want one very specific tattoo, but I had never just gone for it.  Yesterday, at a tiny table in Starbucks, we were discusing what we should do next with our open Saturday, (and also hitting on the topic of my young nieces’ recent debacles getting their ears peirced). Steph looked at me and tilted her head for a second, and then took a sip of her latte. “You know, we could just go get you that tattoo today. Right now. I think we should do it, Moore.”

        Somehow, knowing that my very logical bestie was telling me that I should go ahead and let someone stab me with an inky needle (repeatedly) gave me the courage to do exactly that.  An hour and a half later I was walking out of a little tattoo shop near the downtown area by my house, tattoo stuck to me permanently, eating a lollipop. Apparently I had looked like I was going to pass out, so the tattoo artist gave me candy and said I needed to eat it before I left, so that I didn’t faint.  Don’t worry…no fainting for Ashley.  I did like, however, that I got a sucker for being such a good girl at the tattoo parlor. High fives.  Steph drove us back home though–my driving skills were not up to snuff.

       I think God gave Steph and I to each other because we make each other braver. We tell each other to take chances but we never push each other to the point of being stupid or unsafe. I have met a lot of new, wonderful people this year, but Steph has known me since I had really, REALLY bad hair and was still making my own hemp necklaces. (That wasn’t a drug reference– I just liked making the necklaces.) She has always been there to remind me of who I REALLY am, because she knows who that person is, even when I forget.

       Steph is the kind of person who gives me room to be creative, but will also TELL me when something I have created is terrible.  She also lets me know, with no sugar-coating, that I have way too many clothes. She gives me a heads up about bands I will like, and she reminds me that the way I live on a day-to-day basis is a reflection of my spiritual life. We talk about our faith together: our struggles, our joys, and everything inbetween.  

      I tend towards hermicy (I made that word up, pretty sure), but God is always showing me that there are people in the world to love. This weekend, He showed me that there are also people in this world who love me, and they do so selflessly. Jesus said that where two or more are gathered in His name, He’ll be there too. So really, I guess the three of us hung out this weekend. It was just… it was great.

        I know, I know, this blog is basically just a gushery of my love for my best friend.  But I don’t care. I am so blessed to have beautiful, caring people in my life, like Steph. People who push me towards Christ, and who show me the love that He shows us. I have been reading over 1 John a lot lately, and I think the thing that keeps coming back to me is how God tells us to love Him, and to love each other.  Selflessly. Whole-heartedly. 1 John 3:23 -24 says, “And this is his command: to believe in the name of his Son, Jesus Christ, and to love one another as he commanded us.  The one who keeps God’s commands lives in him, and he in them. And this is how we know that he lives in us: We know it by the Spirit he gave us.” It’s so simple, and when we obey it, it is exactly right.

I like that.

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3 Responses to Thankfuls.

  1. Jaime says:

    WHAT?!!! I can’t wait to see your tattoo!!!! And your friend, Steph, sounds like an amazing Godly woman. I’m glad you have a friend like that!

  2. Kira says:

    MISS MOORE!!! u got a tattoo!?!?!?!?!

  3. I love you. You light up my life.

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