Glory Petra

And she promptly filled the teacup with whiskey...

 

Best friends make us smile. 

 

A few weeks ago, the box I carried to my car was jingling all the way. I couldn't wait to get it home, I had to peek. Now.

 

Bells, quarters, dimes, nickels, and pennies rolled out into my car. I laughed. With joy. I needed to laugh.

 

My best friend sends me a flask to fill with whiskey. 👍 Or tea. 🙄 My best friend also works diligently to help me become a lady. So, I’ll pour whiskey in my beautiful new teacup. 

 

And then there’s the book. And homemade fudge. I made short work of the fudge.

 

I have so much to be grateful for every day. 

 

We stay in touch, missing weeks at a time, and then picking up where we left off. One of those relationships — the best.

 

Last week, randomly as I often do, I tell her Jesus loved Peter, even though he wasn't perfect. I’m like Peter sometimes—I’ll cut your ear off fool (paraphrased). Jesus still loved him. Jesus loves me too. Yes, she tells me, he did, he does.

 

Dear friend now calls me Glory Petra, after reading about my Hip Hop name. Glory Petra...makes me smile.

 

Hip Hop and Jesus. 

 

Thank you, BFF, for your gifts, material and otherwise.