Monday, November 1, 2010


I hadn't talked to her in three years. Not because I didn't love her, but because she lived on the other side of the world, with a passel of kids, and I had my own family too. I tried calling once, but the phone lag and children distracting (my own) was too much. We kept up through blogging and Facebook. 

There are the kind friends who know you love them anyway. She's been a sister. My "other Sarah sister." We've known each other since we met at a homeschool conference when she was 14 and I was 16. Even though she's a bit younger, I could call her a mentor, because her faith surpasses mine, challenges me, but is always encouraging.

Yesterday, I arranged my schedule. She's been at the hospital for three weeks with her 6-week early baby, and I'd waited long enough. I missed my Sarah.

I was already having an emotional day, an emotional week if I'm being honest, and the sound of her voice on the phone, excited at the possibility of seeing me soon, brought tears to my eyes.

"Get over here!" she exclaimed.

I had to stop for gas, and lunch, but hurried and cried my way to Minneapolis and Lake Street and the busy city. Seriously people. I was a wreck of emotion.  I parked and found my way through the skyway to the ICC of Children's Hospital. And there I found my friend and we hugged as long lost friends will do.

We sat in hospital chairs with sleeping baby nearby and monitors beeping and rounding nurses. It was as if those years didn't exist and we picked up where we'd left off when we talked at my sister's wedding those three year ago. 

We talked of growing up in faith, in grace, in life. We filled in the gaps with stories and tears and smiles. These years have been full of many things. Stressful things, good things. Things that make us long for rest.

But as Sarah shared with me what she's learning through her unexpected circumstances, God doesn't promise us restful seasons. Not for our bodies anyway. He promises rest for our souls.

Take my yoke upon you and learn from me.... and you will find rest for your souls. Matthew 11:29

The requirement is learning. From Him.

My body may be tired, my emotions fragile, but my soul is resting in Him. 

I've learned to rest in His faithfulness. 
I've learned to trust His goodness. 
I've learned to believe His promises.

Join me in the joy of counting blessings and the resting of the soul?

35. friends who've known me for what seems like forever
36. dinner and cards and laughter
37. a good competition
38. the warm autumn colored sunset
39. hours with a friend
40. sisters hugging after Sunday school - they missed each other!
41. beauty that heals the soul
42. meeting Sarah's "new" kids
43. butterfly painted faces
44. grace on a hectic Sunday morning
45. a husband's public embrace during Sunday worship - a rarity!
46. red velvet cake with homemade cream cheese frosting. I think I died and went to heaven.

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