Blessings...Healing.A few nights ago I had the honor and privilege of sitting at my sweet friends table and hearing her story...
I have known my friend Becky since middle school. If I go through my pictures from high school, she is in many of them. She was always that friend that I admired. She was pretty, fit, quite, outgoing, and there was just something that I loved.
As we went through our 20's I didn't see her.
We reconnected a few years ago as I laid on her massage table. I talked, she listened and with her hands gave me a healing touch. I had no idea the pain she was holding back.
Over time we became closer and found we are more alike than we ever knew and so different in so many ways.
A few nights ago I had the honor and privilege of listening to her pour our her heart. She poured it all out with a strength I know I wasn't blessed with. She did so, so she could do this. Grab your tissues...
I had no idea...
We cut up paper and I wrote her story as she told it.
Privileged...honored...that's is exactly how I feel.
"Her children rise up and call her blessed. Proverbs 31:28