I have some great friends. I really do. These past few years have been filled with more tears and more pain than I knew possible, but my friends have come out of the woodworks to surround me and care for me and that has been indescribable. There are about twelve girlfriends who have been my rocks and I can't even imagine doing the good, the bad or the ugly without them.
This past weekend, three of those friends did it again! Last Spring we planned a trip to A&M with our boys and we've been looking forward to it for about six months. The weekend was fun and time with our kids was great. I loved them getting to spend some time with all of my kids and I loved that they got to hang out with my big kids. We went to Midnight Yell and Step Off and the football game and we went bowling (16 of us) and played arcade games. We stayed up talking past midnight and it was dreamy. Overall, it was a fantastic weekend.
But what stuck out to me the most is that real friends wear maroon. I'm not making some "Texas A&M is the best" statement here. This weekend and all of the maroon was the most beautiful word picture of friendship for me. These girls have families of their own and they gave up a weekend with them to spend the weekend with me. They really came strictly to care for me. On top of that, two bleed green and gold ONLY (Sic 'em Bears) and one is a purple wearing Horn Frog for life. They didn't just come to see me, they came to fully support me even to the point of buying maroon and wearing it. (Folks, their boys all had on Texas A&M shirts and hats--it wasn't just moms in maroon.). My friends came to fully be with me for the weekend and I am so humbled and grateful that I have friends who are full-in on being friends.
Real friends wear maroon (figuratively). Real friends are all in and all there selflessly. In this season, I am the one they are wearing maroon for. In another season, we will wear another color for another friend. I am so grateful for the time and effort and financial sacrifice they made for me this weekend. The talking and laughing past midnight each night was good for my soul. And the maroon. . . . the maroon was the icing and the cherry on top! It is so good to know that I have a support system of women who have been praying for me for several years and who have been sticking by my side. They laugh with me, they cry with me, they push me to be better when I am lacking and then hold me up when I cannot stand on my own. They are all over the world: England, Saudi Arabia, Germany, Ohio, Missouri, Texas, Colorado, Virginia, California, Arizona and Illinois and every last one of them has been figuratively wearing maroon for me like these three did, literally, this weekend.
Thank you dear friends and thank you, God, for these dear friends!
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