Peace of Christ

Remember this post, about my friend who I had to break off communication with. Yesterday we met for the first time since June 7th. On Wednesday I sent her an email inviting her to my home. Friday when I opened the door, we both fell into each others arms. Four and a half months is a long time to not see or speak to one of your closest friends.

We sat on the couch for two hours talking through every detail of the reason we had not been speaking. We shared our hurts, we cried, we apologized, we embraced, we talked about the future, we prayed. After Card died, we had not been in an emotional place to support each other.

It took an unbelievable amount of courage for me to get to this place. I had considered every aspect of the situation for weeks before pursuing this meeting. I was prepared for things to not go well, I was prepared for restoration, I was prepared for her not to show up. In the choose your own ending of the story, we found reconciliation. This is the most whole I have felt since Cara died. Part of me was missing and has been restored.

I am so proud of my friend. As her thoughts flowed, I could tell she was a completely different person these many months later. She has and continues to be one of the sweetest, kindest people I have ever met. I know that she loves me and I feel the same way about her.

There is more to the story. Tuesday I considered greatly pursuing this meeting. At 3:00 am Wednesday morning, I was awoken by a dream of us passing communion bread to each other and simultaneously saying, "Peace of Christ." It was such a beautiful picture that I couldn't fall back asleep. For the two days until we met, all I wanted to do was embrace my friend. Thank God that we were able to come to that moment yesterday.