Letters Between Friends: EPIPHANIES AND ENCOURAGEMENT

Last week I wrote to Lindsay on her blog, and today she has responded!  Our Letters Between Friends series continues!

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Dear Tricia,

Can we take that road trip to DC tomorrow?!

It has been such a crazy week!  I’m sorry that you’re even getting this letter so late in the day.  I’m aching for a break from reality.

This may come off as kind of serious, but I had a mini epiphany this week that I thought was applicable to both you and me.  With you and I both about ready to go though some pretty big changes, I think our brains HAVE to be allowed to freak out a little, but Tuesday, as we were leaving for Miss Julie’s to drop the girls off before work, this was Rue’s and my conversation…

“MOOOMMMY!  The Shun-shine! It’s on my eyes!”

“Babe, the sun hasn’t even popped up yet!  But look at the beautiful colors!  Isn’t the pink sky so pretty?”

“Yeah mom, that sky is red.  You put your arm up so it not get in my eyes?”

“No, Rue.  Just look at the pretty colors and throw your blanket over your face.” (No compassion, I know.)

Then I got REAL DEEP REAL FAST!

Even the anticipation of God’s glory is beautiful.

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As you gear up for your main event in January, the anticipation and fundraising and contact you are having with people is been divine and wonderful and something that you will never forget, I’m sure.  Then, when you leave in January, it will be the icing on an already iced cake (if you know what I mean).

I’m writing all of this to convince myself as well that this is true.  With changes coming my way as well, this is a reminder I need also.  God doesn’t do anything just because.  And he also doesn’t do anything half a**.  Can I say that??

I hope you are enjoying your time, friend!  Again…sorry for the late letter.

Miss you, but anxiously await your posts every day!

Happy Almost Friday,

Lindsay

New Blog Series: Letters Between Friends!

I have been friends with Lindsay Wineinger (formerly Lindsay Davis, which I still accidentally call her, five years after her wedding) since we were practically babies.  Actually, she was a toddler, since she is two years older than me.  For most of my childhood, that mattered, because I looked up to her as being the coolest person ever.  When I joined the church youth group as a teenager, I realized that while she is definitely cool, she’s also got a weird sense of humor, which meant I had a shot at being her friend.  I love Lindsay for her passion (she cries when talking about what Jesus has done for her), her sense of adventure (I always describe her driving as controlled chaos), and her loyalty (I once broke her glasses by stepping on them while she was in middle-of-nowhere Africa, and she is still my friend).  Lindsay is one of the most compassionate people I know (even though she thinks she isn’t), and I know I can always count on her to celebrate and/or mourn with me.  I have loved our fifteen years of friendship, and I look forward to seventy more.  We’re going to rule whatever nursing home we wind up in.  419057_657601116742_529330753_n Continue reading