Why Do We Still Say "Broken Record"? Why Not "Scratched CD"?

I had a great day with my girlfriends today.

We laughed. We spent money. We ate good food. We spent more money. We learned some things about each other that we didn't know. And we spent even more money.

And I got new flip flops.

Perfect day.

But as thankful as I was for my new dresses and beloved orange wedgey shoes, I was so grateful for just time spent with friends.

Go ahead and dig out your Turtle Wax so that you can rub down this broken record, because I know that I have said this exact same thing no less than eleventy hundred times, but I find myself wholly overwhelmed with the genuineness of God-blessed friendships.

I've had a lot of friends in my life. But I have a very, very short list of good friends that I've had. Friends that have accepted every piece of me. Bad haircuts, sticky kitchen floors, wild kids, bad cooking, ugly shoes, and untanned legs. A very, very short list.

And for the first time in a very long time (more like...EVER) I actually feel surrounded. Surrounded by women that would have my back in a second. That are willing to tell me that I need to get my rear end on a treadmill, that I need to eat artichoke hearts and brussel sprouts for dinner, and that a dress "doesn't do me justice" (which is code for "Not happening, sister. Take it off pronto.").

Sometimes I feel like I don't do my friends justice. That I in no way deserve their time, energy, and love. I can spend hours upon hours second-guessing myself and over-analyzing my flaws. I allow doubt and shame to plague my thoughts and wonder when my oh-so-sweet bubble is going to burst.

And then I remember that my Jesus is the answerer of prayer.

And that He heard me when I was on my knees begging for women like Him to come into my life.

And then I fall on my knees again thanking Him for good gifts.

Gifts totally undeserved.


Here's a huge shout-out to 2 of those gifts, S and J!!! Had a great time today, girls! MUAH! Heart y'all to crazy pieces.