I've been friends with Kayla for 11 years.
It seems wild to me only because we're so different in a lot of ways. And because aside from my family, she's been with me through life the longest. From high school dances, to driver's licenses, to college far away, to wayward journeys, separate lives, and separate friends, but keeping a singular home, the same Father in Heaven.
We've lived almost half our lives knowing one another (which I feel like should either lend itself to true respect or...not).
I love that she is intentional with her friends.
I love love love that even when I don't ask, she
PRAYS FOR ME.
I love that she has never strayed from pursuing her Father in Heaven.
I love how she respects her parents.
I love how I can count on her - to make me feel welcomed, loved, seen.
I love how she makes fun of me when I need it most.
I love that she knows me, takes part in my life, adds to my life,
even though we're hundreds of miles away.
I am so grateful for her love and friendship.
I am grateful that she is part of my joy amid struggle.
(And, yes, I'm glad she's found a boy that can appreciate all this in her too)
"Jonathan became one in spirit with David, and he loved him as himself."
1 Sam 18:1