Being known is a beautiful thing.
It allows tears to fall in all the right places and pain can be flanked by arms that have held you before.
It is scary at first, the being known bit, but once you let yourself fall into the beauty of it, it is the safest thing around.
And you know those people, the ones you don’t get to see nearly often enough- and although it may be minutes from your home to theirs, our lives are on different tracks for a season or two? One person walking east and the other west and even though it may seem like a long time coming, we hold out hope, knowing eventually our paths will cross.
Ours did this weekend.
{Kristy and Me}
She gave me a belated birthday gift, but I sorta think the timing was perfect. Because I unwrapped the package and quiet tears formed in my eyes.
I felt known.
{Be Brave.}
A daily reminder now wound around my neck and her hands stamped the words and my heart feels more full.
And that isn’t scary. That is the beautiful part I was talking about.
I love you so much my dear friend! I was very happy to see you, for what was all too short. To know you give me courage! I love our picture! I will be stealing it from you site of course!
I too have been scared of being known…even by my own wife (pictured with you above) but I cannot think of anybody else by whom I’d rather be known…great pic!