Why is it, that when you think you simply cannot handle one more thing in life--you get that one more thing.
That seems to happen to me quite a bit.
Since my mum's death and my return to school I've taken comfort in being constantly wrapped in the arms of friends. It really has been so wonderful to see how God has provided for me. One friend in particular I was very close with. We made a habit of talking whenever we had the chance and being very open with each other.
Two days ago, this friend told me that they did not want this pressure of being my emotional stronghold and that we should not talk anymore.
Surprisingly, this has not crushed my spirit. This friend meant the world to me but I do not need them to live and be happy.
I recieved a package yesterday from my friend Sula. Inside was a pair of brightly colored socks, watercolor pencils, paints, paper, new brushes, and a package of skittles. For the first time in two perhaps almost three years, I painted.
One of the things which I loved most about my mum was that she would always read to me as a child. We would spend hours together with her making stories come to life. Of course, after I learned to read well enough she did not do this for me anymore, but I never lost my love of being read to and I believe that these memories instilled a love of reading out loud inside of me. I read The Little Prince and Peter Pan and sometimes my textbooks out loud to myself constantly now. One day my dear friend and I went to the book store and I read to him until he fell asleep on my shoulder.
Last night my Beautiful Friend came into my room. "Kite," she said, "Can I read you The Ugly Duckling?"
Life is defined by being provided for in the smallest ways at the hardest times.