I have a friend.
A friend who has stuck by me through thick and thin.
I have a friend who has come along side me, cried with me, questioned with me, and listened to and shared my questions of faith.
I have a friend who, no matter what, has not given up on me.
I have a friend who loves me despite my pain, my selfishness, my tears, and my sadness.
I have a friend who loves my Joshua as much as I love him.
I have a friend who loves my living children as much as she loves her own children.
I have a friend who loves me for me.
I have a friend who has experienced pain, brokenness, and sadness, yet loves God with an unwavering and humble faith.
I have a friend who has taught me that our God is a God who loves us despite our questions, cursing, and anger.
I have a friend who has loved me for me, who has gotten messy with my life, and has encouraged me to continue on.
When God brought us together 6 years ago, I had no idea how much I would need her. I had no idea that she would be the one person to love me unconditionally and without expectation. I had no idea that she would be the one person to help save me from myself. I had no idea that she would become my very best friend- staying by my side through the thick of my grief and crying right along side me.
I have a friend who has helped me in ways that I will never be able to repay her. I will never be able to find the right words to say thank you for all that she has done for me. I cannot tell her how deep my love runs for her.
I have a friend who is a gift, a precious jewel, a treasure.
I have a friend who is a blessing, and I thank God for her every day of my life.
I love you, Molly.
Thank you for being you.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for helping to carry my burden and helping me heal.