Sunday night was another night that I became overwhelmed with these friends of mine. We went to River Valley for a night of prayer and worship, and I was so blessed by God's goodness. Greg, Chester, Karen and I prayed together as a family that night. I couldn't get over how amazing our time was. Our time together is always wonderful, but Sunday night was what my mom would call a "holy moment." I understood God's love for relationship in a new way that night, and he continues to reveal his love for me through these friends. These three friends, as well as the lovely Lyndsey, have been the most amazing examples of Jesus to me. I am in love with them! So, friends, I love you. Here are a few words from the talented Rosie Thomas that seem to convey my feelings for you.
These Friends of Mine-Rosie Thomas
These friends of mine live their lives
Spend their time, hoping to find
But who they are and how they are made
They may be there, hope you find your way
These friends of mine, they have wives
They work hard to love and write
And when they left, it makes me high
To take a trip ten thousand miles before they fly
These friends of mine, they feel alone
When the shows are over, don't know where to go
In Philadelphia at Christimas time
They question those, wonder why they try
And when the show is over
How I hope that they discover the joy that they bring
And I hope they remember this bond we have together
And oh, they love to sing
These friends of mine, they are from New York
There were raised in Michigan
They don't know things, they don't hold hands
They guard their hards the best they can
And when the show is over
How I hope that they discover the joy that they bring
And I hope they remember this bond we have together
Oh, they love to sing, they sure love to sing
Maybe I needed this time to be reminded for myself
Maybe I needed this time to be reminded for myself
How I love to sing.
Spend their time, hoping to find
But who they are and how they are made
They may be there, hope you find your way
These friends of mine, they have wives
They work hard to love and write
And when they left, it makes me high
To take a trip ten thousand miles before they fly
These friends of mine, they feel alone
When the shows are over, don't know where to go
In Philadelphia at Christimas time
They question those, wonder why they try
And when the show is over
How I hope that they discover the joy that they bring
And I hope they remember this bond we have together
And oh, they love to sing
These friends of mine, they are from New York
There were raised in Michigan
They don't know things, they don't hold hands
They guard their hards the best they can
And when the show is over
How I hope that they discover the joy that they bring
And I hope they remember this bond we have together
Oh, they love to sing, they sure love to sing
Maybe I needed this time to be reminded for myself
Maybe I needed this time to be reminded for myself
How I love to sing.
3 comments:
love. :)
Oh Jess,
You bring me so much joy.
It does seem like such fitting words for our group of friends.
So fitting.
aww....love it!
how did you get such a stellar background? i'm sort of blogger-handicapped.
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