What a friend I have found

I have this friend. She is truly just one that gets me. We are opposites. She's the color red and I am blue. I like how I don't have to say much or explain when I am not saying much. I like how we can talk for hours and laughter colors our conversation in yellow.

I have this other friend. She and I are both deeply passionate. I like how she pens her thoughts and honors the writings of another. This friend could gaze over wild waters atop a hillside and never grow tired of the scene. And when her personal scene has been stripped, changed, altered, and flipped upside down without her choice, she has walked steady and with maturity as her stand.

And yes there is another friend. The curl in her defines her perfectly...zippidydoda! How else better can I say that she is a California Roll one night and a slice of NY Pizza the next. She is ever-changing, but in the deepest of her hearts she wants what she deserves...a love to settle her and skip down the sidewalk with her.

At last I speak of the two. They are my treasure. A gushing hot pink tulip with dreams that can build kingdoms. And what about my blue hydrangea. Calming, she collects me, reminds me of who I am, and waits at the finish line for me after every life event. What a friend I have found in these two. Some might say I was given them, for they are my sisters...and yet I choose to believe that every relationship requires cultivation and harvesting.

To these friends...I love that you have made me the Robyn that I am.

old school

Are you part of the old school? You know, side pony tails and playing a good game of tag in the cul-de-sac. Are you an old school friend? You barbeque with your friends and you don't ask them to bring anything but hungry appetities and lots of napkins. Are you and old school lover? Kissing is still extraordinary and porch talks around sunset ease you into a good night's sleep. Are you an old school parent? You discipline!!! Are you an old school Christian? You love God with a Bible in hand and a hankerchief in the other. Oh yeah, that hankerchief is for you to wave when the Criticals come and face you in war. A war of the words and a war that says you are outdated and unproductive. I lay my hankerchief at their feet. I turn my back and walk down the block. I am having a party at my house. And yea, the single mom is there with no one to lean on, and the financially successful single guy who feels empty inside, and the 14-year old girl whose mom is a hooker. Us Old School Christians don't need a new Catch Phrase, because we have barbeque and cul de sacs and we make sure that when the next trendy door closes its shop, we still have a porch swing for you to come in and swing on. Old School...Peace out...and yea Word to your Mother!!!

Change your language

A wise and respected woman once told me that "those that I love will be indentified by the way I speak about them." My son will be known as strong and brave and helpful and hilarious by what I share with others. My husband will be a gentleman or a jerk depending on the weight of my tongue. My daughter will be my brilliant star if I tell others how she shines to me. And my Christian brother and sister. How will I identify you? The world will know that I will call you my body and my treasure. I will not curse you or slander you to any other. I am honored to be apart of you and to be associated with you. It is the voice of hurt and defense that calls you by any other name. If Ifault in any way, it is that I have remained quiet when others, your own, have slandered your name. Brother, you have lifted me up, prayed for me, led me to understanding and the riches of truth. Sister, you have listened attentively, taking on my faults and mishaps as your own. The world already seeks out to destroy us, and so I will not let my mouth or my heart speak against you. And if I boast in anything, I boast in this, my love runs deep for you and that I take joy in being apart of you.