We walked back into her apartment after braving the 0 degree temperature for some photos. I asked what the rest of her day looked like, and she chatted as she started to make me a cup of coffee.
She was talking about some of her struggles with worry, anxiety, and fear. And, in that moment of perfect vulnerability, I realized that I was not alone in my struggles. Her openness comforted me and gave me hope. In the simplest way, she was charing her life with me.
I worry about the future. Anxiety and perfectionism cloud my judgement. And, I wonder if I am just as crazy I think myself to be. In my moments of doubt, I remember that I am not alone in my struggle. The vulnerability of my dear friend has led me to be open with my Savior about my thoughts (after all, doesn't he already know them?). God has ordained all my days (Ps. 139:16), and given me a pure friendship of sharpening (Prov. 27:17).
This beautiful person turns 21 today, and I couldn't put all of her beauty into words. So, I went a more common route for me...
Happy Birthday, Brooke!