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Take a few minutes to read it...it is soooo worth it!
Good night dear friends (who many of you, have been this type of friend to me! Thanks! )
Last week I had my good friend and her boys over for a
play date. What I love about getting together with her is that there’s freedom
to be real. I didn’t race around my house minutes before she came to make it
look presentable. I didn’t attempt to create the allusion that I had time to do
my hair. Instead, this is how it went down.
I greeted her with sopping wet hair. I was wearing yoga
pants and carrying my twin girls in their bath towels who had decided to jump
in the shower with me minutes earlier. The breakfast dishes were barely cleaned
up and the toys were already covering the floor for the day.
And the best part? She didn’t care. Because she gets it.
She gets that sleep was probably interrupted the night before and that I chose
to rest a few extra minutes instead of waking up early to dry and curl my hair.
She gets that showering alone sometimes isn’t an option and that I had to drag
the kids along just so I could wash myself. She gets that dishes are never
ending and there’s no such thing as all the toys being put away. She gets it
all.
She understands that more than anything, what I need
during this season isn’t the stress of preparing for a get together, but that I
need to know I’m not alone. So she continually meets me where I’m at.
We chat about the good, the bad, and the unknown, while
our kids run wild and destroy the house. We pretend not to notice it. Because
honestly? We’re willing to sacrifice just about anything, including a
controlled environment, for a couple hours of adult conversation.
When one kid dumps an entire bag of cereal on the table
and the next one throws it all over the floor, we laugh and enjoy the chaos.
Then, she grabs the broom while holding my baby and starts sweeping it up.
She meets me in my mess. Time and time again.
My hope for all of us is that we’d pursue friendships in
our messes. That we wouldn’t wait to reach out until we have it all together.
When you welcome someone over to your dirty house, I guarantee it’ll make that
friend feel even more loved to know you trust her with your real life stuff.
The truth is, none of us live in a perfect house with a
white picket fence. There’s always more to the story, and there’s nothing
better than to let someone in to YOUR story. That’s where life gets rich, it’s
where we learn that we were placed on this earth to bring light into each
other’s darkness.
You are loved today, friend. Even in your messiest darkest
hour, you are worthy of love.
XOXO,
Amber
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