It all started...

You know.  Stories really intrigue me.  Like the fact the story I'm about to tell has a about a zillion different perspectives.  So.  Here is the Meg version.  I loved experiencing every other version, but I honestly believe my perspective is the best-I'm totally not bias.

FIRST OFF ALSO.  Computers suck.  I need a new one.  So.  You get this blog with ONLY a few pictures I took with my computer camera of my phone...judge away.

Freshman year.  Long story short.  Becca and I became life story buds.

Fast forward to now.

We are still life story buds, along with all of KT knowing more than we ever imagined, and countless other folks who have pieces of our hearts we will never get back, and all you can do is hope somewhere along the way they are blessed like we are being blessed.

Ok.  It all started a little over a month ago when I realized I wanted 22 be THE coolest year for Bec.  It all clicked in my head in one big swoop.  We were going to drive to ATL, kidnap Bec, and go meet Becca's favorite human, Hannah Brencher. Who is that? Click here.  Met our new friend? She's too cool for words on her blog, on e-mail/text, and in real life.

SO.  I email HB and ask her basically if she would be willing to have coffee with Bec, myself, and Hanna and Shelby March 28th.  I mean...go big or go home.  She emails back and is all like YES LET'S DO IT.  

wasn't kidding about the pic of a pic. I NEEDED this one!!!

The planning begins. My heart was already preparing for the awesomeness that was going to occur but I had no idea how grateful I was going to be.  So.  I attempt to make it a surprise but Becca knows because she has great intuition.  She tells me two days before that she knows, and we bask in the awesomeness of it all.

*cue 7 hour drive to ATL Saturday morning*

We get to ATL and there is crazy traffic, so at last second we have to change location, and HB is all about coming closer to us.  So cool.  So we get to the coffee house, and after hug attacks, we sit around a coffee table with HB books, journals, pens, hearts, tears, laughter, COFFEE, a fruit smoothie, hot chocolate, and our great Barista giving us coffee, Freddy.

I wish I could put into words the excitement I felt for Becca.  I expected to be so thrilled to meet her myself, and yes yes I was SO excited to meet this fellow sister, but geez the heart feelings were all over seeing Becca love this girl so hard.  Not because of her fame, but because of HER love. Becca loves hard, HB loves hard, there was just lots of love going around and I can't process how incredible it was to be in the presence of it all.

HB shared about her 'God tears' as Bec asked, and that just led to well...3 hours later between the 5 of us.  God tears.  HB telling us such intimate things going on in life and letting us relate to her all too well.  Bec explaining Casey.  The talk of new things in life. Love.  Yeah...

Cuties who do selfies.  now x2.  Selfie on my computer OF a selfie.
I'm scared the selfie police will come get me for overuse of this.

So.  Goodbyes were said, pictures were snapped, and in that moment of walking away it instantly became this crisp memory embedded in all our hearts.  Bec and I pray for our new friend HB, and kinda cried over the gravity of it all.  We start driving back and the moment happened.  The moment Becca realized I think how much she is fiercely loved and God always has more in store than we fathom.  I know they talk about this kind of love being for marriage, but I believe it can happen outside of that, and then sometimes it can happen twice, and that would be where I so graciously fall into.  I believe that is Becca and I.  Becca and I love each other anam cara.  We are soul mates.  So Becca.  Thank you doesn't begin to describe how much I love you and am thankful for you.  I love every moment with you.  Thanks for letting me be in your circle.

So.  To go a little further.  One thing that resonated with me was when HB was talking about reading the bible.  And how on Sunday's you get that 'Sunday feeling'.  And that was it.  That is my life.  I live Sunday to Sunday on those 'Sunday feeling's'.  What a sad existence when I have access to the SAME POWER that beat death in the face!
Seriously?  Time to work on that.  I want to have 'Wednesday feeling', and 'Friday night feeling' JUST like 'Sunday feeling'.  The whole car trip back I didn't talk the first 3 hours simply taking it all in, and listening to everyone else process what happened.  I plan to be 'processing' for quite a few days over it all.

We want to change the world, when first we just need to change a few.  That's what Jesus did.  Jesus didn't set out to change everyone.  He worked on 12, and a couple thousand years later.  Here we sit. HB, Becca, Hanna, Shelby, and I.  Trying to figure out how to get our 'big'.  We dream big.

Becca and I.  We cool.  Duh.

I could ramble my thoughts but instead.  I think I want to keep them for now because this weekend wasn't just about this weekend.  It was about what was already happening in my heart weeks before with love.  Love is a sticky thing.  You just get INTO each others lives and dwell in their mess, and let them dwell in yours, and somehow it's beautiful despite it's well...mess.

I'll never get it.

I'll never get why people want to live in my mess, but I'll never understand why I love living in other peoples' messes too.

Jesus.

Until then.  I'll love every moment of plowing through with my fiercely and few love friends.