For my regular readers, friends and family, those who know me well, you know my favorite time is Saturday and Sunday mornings. I don’t wish to speak to anyone until half a pot of coffee and at least noon. When I say I will cook breakfast, you know that means lunch. This is my time to let down and recharge.
This morning allow to invest this time into telling you a story:
For my birthday, just passed, my best girlfriend bought me a beautiful Victoria Secret robe. I beamed with appreciation and special fondness for my friend. Her perception and love are embodied in the beautiful gift that she presented me with. But it is not the material gift that she gave me that is the point of this story. My friend is. She is a beautiful person, who by chance came into my life.
The first time I met her, I had just borrowed a behemoth of tiller from a neighbor. My husband had moved out my baby Wal-Mart swimming pool and built me a huge above ground pool, with the help of several close friends and family. The children and I did most of the dirt work, but I had a bald spot in my yard from the first pool. It was the cherry spot for a vegetable patch, because no grass had grown there for years. The ground was rich from years and years of sediment. It was in the gas and electric easement. So I decided it was time to take this fallow land, break it up and enrich it with fertilizer, weed preventer, and saw dust.
I had been behind that machine for long enough to tear through all the layers of hide on my hands, but was determined to get the job done. My girl, then a stranger, came over with her boyfriend, my husband’s best friend and we had never met. When she saw what I was doing, she offered to help. Of course I was shocked, but said okay sure. She hung with me for the rest of the day. Not only did we break up the ground, but repurposed old landscape timbers and built a 20 X 20, 4 timber high raised vegetable garden. As we sat exhausted, but with a sense of accomplishment, I thanked her for her help and told her bluntly that we could not be friends. She looked at me like I was crazy and asked why not.
I told my girl that because she was dating my husband’s best friend that it just would not work. I had been down that road and lost close friends and even family, because of changing situations and alliances, as it were. I had experienced that heart break, was still dealing with it and was unwilling to go there again. She respectfully disagreed. That was a year ago. Since that day, my girl has become one of the most important people in my life.
Besides being willing to jump in and help with anything, why is this woman so special? She prejudges no one. She accepts broken people for who they are. She gives freely of her time, herself and whatever she has. She can talk to you all day and all night or sit quietly for hours. She is content in her own skin. But most importantly she is both strong and vulnerable. It is those two qualities combined that make her a phenomenal person.
Please watch the video I shared above and think about your life and the people in it. I challenge you to let go of your shame and know the worthiness within yourself and the people in your life. Life is about connecting. Start now. You will be blessed for it.