There are reasons we are friends with the people we have picked, whether we know those reasons or not. She is an ingredient that was missing in your life. Something you didn’t know you needed until he arrived. Now there’s no going back. But how did it all begin?
Can we stain well with our words? If words are things, can the way I treasure my friend be a word-thing she carries on the camper that they’ll drive cross country, a story that will whisper to her heart when she wonders if her life left tracks? I hope so. I pray so. More than words can say.
Do you have sources you trust, authors you always read, car makes that you always choose, or brands of shoes that are your go-to choice? Why do we trust certain sources?