Beccalynn married a Counting Mutant. Together they created a Renaissance family. Wild Oat found them in his 20s and now is married with three kids. Ase and Zany, former dancers who now bravely face life as emerging adults. Girly dances, collects dead things and faces her teen years with superpower logic. Creatively they navigate life through Jesus’ gift, asking uncomfortable questions to discover the deep love that awaits us all.
Originally posted on November 13, 2013
I must admit, I was out of line.
I didn't ask. I didn't know even though everyone in town
seemed to. I purposed to not know. My business was to be her friend, not what
events brought her to this place. This sweet friend couldn't believe that I
didn't already know. She sat and told me the whole story including her own
Then, I opened my mouth. What came out was not the flowers
and sunshine usually spoken to this poster child of redemption. I loved her
deeply. Her shame needed to drop from her shoulders. Forgiveness needed to be
extended to the one who betrayed her. I restated her part. The guilt was equal;
it need not define them both for the rest of their lives.
She did not take it well.
Months later the words came back to me twisted and
judgmental. My heart ached. Our friendship was mangled. I attempted to
reconcile and it seemed we had, but…
Years later, in one of the darkest seasons of my life and
newly back in town, I reached out. While I was living away, she developed a
friendship with a person very close to me. I was informed that her loyalty was
Last night BoyZ was telling me about a conversation with
this woman’s daughter. BoyZ and the daughter cross paths their freshman year in
high school. Now seniors, they are best friends. The daughter was telling BoyZ
how she hasn’t dated yet because of her Mother’s requirements: christian, etc.
“Why don’t you just date me? That would really piss of your
“Why would that piss of my Mom?” She asked in shock.
“Because-for some reason that I don’t understand-your Mom
hates my Mom.” BoyZ is never one to
Don’t know where he gets that.
“OH!” A light bulb of understanding lit over her head. “I
know what happened. Your Mom was probably just being herself and did something
and my Mom is really judgmental. SO she just judged your Mom. And that’s it.”
Damn IT! When we think we are doing the “right” things, those
little buggars are watching