If you know me, and you hear me complain that it’s been hard here in DC since I moved, that I don’t feel like I’m making friends and that the almost unceasing competitiveness of this city brings out the worst in people when they’re feeling weak, remind me of the following exchange and call me on that negative nonsense:
Me: “Hi — if I needed your help for something, nothing crazy or backbreaking, could I ask?”
My Friend: “of course”
Me: “Thanks kid…I’m just weak and need a partner in strength…I love you for this.”
MF: “Cool, keep me posted”
That’s it. No questions to determine any details that might reveal inconvenience that would lead to a different willingness. Just an affirmative with a “I’m here for ya” tone. I drained a golden glass in celebration of this. I think that was the right thing to do.
The photo my brother sent me has inspired me to get back to my roots (heh). I hope you all recognize me when you see me again…
Also, amen and hallelujah (h/t J. Davis). Even if you think it’s all archetype and fairy tale — and I admit to having those crises in faith often — there is this:
I did not choose to devote my life to Jesus because I was scared to death of hell or because I wanted crowns in heaven… but because he is good.
Take note so i don’t have to explain it again.