Monday, December 28, 2009

just wanted to let you know

Its 6:48 and I cant sleep. nothing new but I was up and talking to a friend goofing around thinking of ways to get into mischief and then I got some very sad and shocking news from someone I admire and look up to and have for years. Ok.. let me back up for a minute when I was little I had two best friends ( and im going to apologize because there may be some typos it has been a crazy night/morning) anyways, Corey and Margaret were my two best friends. Some of you may know these stories some of you may not.
Margaret was 8 years old, one summer day when I ironically was supposed to be with her she was in a store in north Minneapolis. She needed to use the rest room. She excused her self to the back of the store and it was unknown toher mother until later she was kidnapped, beaten, raped, sodomized and drowned.
Corey Chase as many of you know was my best friend as well and he and several other young people were hit by a train and killed on impact.

Im not telling these stories to upset or shock you nor am I writing to vent about the judicial system and all its inequalities. Losing your closet friends leaves a permanent hole in your heart and maybe its never really healed. Maybe I am just an extremely compassionate person. Some mistake that as being pushy and I am head strong. Some would say its annoying and maybe it is. i dont know but here is what I am getting at. And let me say this: This is by no means a lecture. ok back to what I was getting to if you are reading this Im assuming it is because we are friends. Whether it is loss, compassion, empathy, or sensitivity that caused me to be this way doesnt matter. I love my friends with my whole being. its who I am. It makes me want to cry just thinking about it. Without my friends I dont know where I would be or who I would be. On the broken road that I have traveled (and the road has had more cracks than one can imagine) it was by the grace of Jesus that I had friends would help carry me. The point is when your heart breaks so does mine. When you are torn, and lost there is a part of me that is torn and lost. And today my heart does ache. Awful things happen as they will. So many of my friends are going through so much right now, and hurts me so much. Not because I feel sorry for you but because I love you. Im sorry that there is so much pain. But I want you(and the you applies to those friends of mine that are hurting today but also when hurt comes down the path) to know that Im here. I wont give you any terrible cliches because to be honest I dont believe most of them. I Won't tell you God will never give you more than you can handle because im not sure I buy it. I wont tell you that everything happens for a reason because I know reason is hard to find in the darkest tragedy. I dont always know what to say but im there to listen. Honestly, when you are going through the darkest valleys you, we, dont have to say anything. If you need a shoulder to cry on I am there. Now this isnt a speech or me nagging anyone but God didnt put you on this planet alone for a reason. I truly believe we are God's gift to each other. You know in which form an Angel will show up (im not saying Im an Angel)There is no shame or weakness in asking for love and prayer. You would be surprised at how many people pray for you anyways (and not just in your time of need). Seriously though when troubles arrive I there fighting in your corner. whatever is going on there is nothing to be ashamed or embarassed of. Whether it is to be strong and silent, tell you my terrible jokes, bring you one of my awful burnt casseroles, hold your hand as we ask for Jesus, be an advocate, whatever Im there. All you have to do is ask. well I am have been will continue to pray for my friends anyways. Im not always the perfect friend but Im giving it my best. oh..P.S. even at your worst you still look beautiful to me.
one last thing, i didnt write this to embarass anyone, nor do I want anyone to think this is about feeling sorry for you. its just about love.

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