We Cry Happy

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She typed rapid fire into our iPhone to iPhone iMessage:

“Sometimes I forget I really am young.”

She’s not wrong.

She is young.

But you wouldn’t guess it by looking at her life.

She’s intelligent, successful, hard-working and responsible.

Employed by the same University with seven minutes to spare between meetings … and our worlds were joined at the seams.

She became a friend.

And even though she lives on Chicago’s lakefront and I’m at the foot of the Sandia Mountains, our friendship has remined. It’s just moved online.

We text about meet-cutes, Harvey from Suites, and the ever-pressing need to grow and improve as women.

To be sure, there is a reason for our friendship. I can’t know the “why,” but I can be thankful to the “Who.”

“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28