Jenna. She’s my oldest friend. You know, the kind who can listen and really understand, even when we haven’t talked in months. The kind who takes every opportunity to laugh with (and at) me. The kind who, cheesy though it may be, “knows the song in my heart and sings it back to me when I forget the notes.” I never cease to be amazed at her inner hippie child, her deep, deep love for people who are different than she is, and the abundant well of wisdom ready to pour out at any given moment. She’s one of the few people I’ve ever known that loves words more that I do. And more importantly, one of the few people that I know willing to honestly and humbly confront and speak truth to me when I most need to hear it.
Dear friend, I wish I were with you in Israel right now to celebrate your birthday with you (so very jealous of Charlie’s visit!!). But I’m so glad that you’re there. I distinctly remember the day, at least 12 years ago now, when I suddenly realized that for both of us to follow Jesus Christ whole-heartedly, it would most likely mean that we wouldn’t live anywhere near each other as adults. A hard thought to reconcile myself to, but the Lord knows best how to use His children. I know I am where He would have me, and I know you are, as well. Grateful for that.
But I miss you.
Remember that time you came up to visit my home in DC, and we went to that awesome coffee shop? That was a good day. Can’t wait for you to get back, and for another coffee shop day somewhere else.