October 28, 2012

beautiful friendship...

For years, our friendship has been heart to heart... words, emails, gifts and so many prayers. But for more than a year, we have been planning this weekend, setting it aside to turn our heart friendship face to face.  Weeks ago I told her that I would probably cry when we finally met... but this past week has had me only giddy! 

I might have jumped up and down a little bit when she pulled up to the curb and waved, but when we standing face to face, the tears started to escape. And when we were on our way, the conversation was that of two old friends, picking up where our emails and notes left off...

There is something about blogging friendships that makes them true and lovely. Perhaps it is that they are solely based on the heart, and not appearance of self or life. We return to read their words because they mirror the author's soul... and touch a corner of ours. We zip messages back and forth across the country with more honesty than we might even admit to our own hearts... because the written word is so much braver than one spoken...
tracie & me... billy graham library
 These few days have been filled with so much treasure... laughter and conversations and stories and more stories!  Beautiful memories that tie us and our friendship into something very real. 

We are to be catch basin for the fullness of God.
Like a freshly running spring, we are to overflow and let
our lives touch the lives of those around us.
-Billy Graham


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5 comments :

Southern Gal said...

Love it!

Pam said...

Love love love! Your words are so true. I feel like I know the realest part of my bloggy buddies very often much better than IRL. Glad you two got to meet, face to face.

Corinne Cunningham said...

Sounds like it was wonderful!

Busy Bee Suz said...

I am so thrilled that you both had a lovely weekend.....so darn special.
Now, on a very important note: I want to borrow your shirt. Love it!
XOXO

Jacque Watkins said...

Beautiful Dawn...so thrilled for you both!!

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