My Good Girl Friends

Last night I had dinner with one of those “good girls” that I have not seen in many years. We had run into each other for the first time since somewhere give or take 2000. Neither one of us could exactly decide when the last time we saw each other and the big question in both of our minds. . . Did we end on good note? We must have or we must both have short long term memories.

Three hour later in a cold restaurant, we talked endlessly about our lives past and present and enthusiasm of future visits. As I drove home, I began to think about those “good girls” God had put in my life. I want to take moment and pay tribute to them. Each one of you good girls friends, have made major impacts on my life’s journey. So to each one of you I raise my diet coke and give you a standing ovation! Thank you for so richly blessing my life’s journey!

D.F. is one of those good girls. When she gave her life to the Lord, she took Him at His Word. The battle has been major, but her determination to be what God had called her to be never waivered. Last night I saw a woman who had made hard, but good decisions about her life and the Lord has been blessing her back. It was not over night and she paid the price that is paid in being obedient and not netting the enemy see her sweat! D.F. dubbed me a Pitbull for Jesus, which is a personality we both share. I did in fact tell someone we knew to “put it back in their pants”. I really did.

N.G.’s came into my life some 30 years ago, I was pregnant with my daughter. She was one of those rare people that I really believe gave her life to the Lord in her mother’s womb. She was sweet, saw good in everything, forgiving loving and believed God. Her life had been filled with many ups and downs, but she stayed steady. She taught me to eat pizza dipped in Italian Dressing. The Christmas that she found out she had lymphoma; she was more concerned about my life, than she was about hers. We talked everyday laughed each day. Just prior to her passing, God gave us a small window of time to have a girly girl weekend. We laughed and giggled and ate too much. I saw her one more time the next month standing at the airport. The doctors allowed her to fly home and spend Thanksgiving with her parents and other relatives. She strolled off the airplane, like and angel. She had a smile on her face. On Christmas Eve, one year later, sitting alone I heard a strange rustling and the sense that I knew she had gone home to be with the Lord. Her funeral was a celebration of passing over to her earthly home to her heavenly home.

J.D. is a lot like N.G. She herself probably gave her life to the Lord in her mother’s womb. She is kind and gracious and loving and sees only the best in others. She has been through a war zone, that left her strong and knowing that with the Hand of God there is nothing that she could not do with His Help. J.D. says I make her laugh and I have promised that if I knew I would not get caught I would pull up to the drive thru window of a local burger joint and spray a mutual acutance with a giant water soaker. I often have ideas of grandeur when I want to make a point, but I am too chicken I think.

A.C. is definitely a good girl. We can’t even remember how we got to be so close. It had to be somewhere between when she literally showed up at my house while I was in one of my major drama crisis (details not in memory bank any more) or the night I missed the last step and the glass of water went up in the air, the plant I bumped in to went up in the air and the two came down, along with me and there I sat covered in water and dirt. She came around the corner and began laughing hysterically. I guess the rest is history. Of course, she will never let me polish her toenails again!!!