Oh sister...how many times did we sit across the table from each other, draining lattes, doing church, laughing and fighting for each others' hearts?
You knew my hurts, and you spoke words of life and prayed for healing.
You knew the disease that was becoming debilitating me, and you wouldn't let me give up.
You knew my dreams, and you encouraged me to chase after them, even though it meant being thousands of miles away.
You knew my weakness, and you pointed me to Jesus every time.
Karissa, I've told you before that I am thankful for you, for who you are. You carry this life and joy around with you. Your smile is contagious and you see the beauty in every person. You are this creative person, who pours that into worship. You want to bring life and beauty to those around you. And you've done that.
You listened, you interpreted my mess of thoughts, and you told me the truth. And as you shared your story with me, I found life too. I learned about myself, that God has called me a warrior, and in you letting me fight for you too, my heart came alive in Jesus. As you talked about chasing after God and not letting go, I saw what life was possible for me to, if I would chase after Jesus, with all me; the good, the bad, and the ugly.
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