I’ve been thinking lately about my friendships with Jama and Steph. When we opened out time capsule a few weeks ago, we each read aloud the letter we had written to ourselves 9 years ago. Listening to our letters really crystalized in my mind the roles we have each occupied throughout our long friendship.
Steph is without question the “brains” of the outfit. On a daily basis she reads blogs about everything from economics, to philosophy, to local and national politics. When I read the paper, I read the gossip page and the funnies. Steph reads the editorial page and then does the crossword puzzle. I love when she tells me about her work day. She uses all of these important sounding acronyms. She handles emergencies where peoples lives are actually at stake, but she makes it sound like it’s as normal as laundry day at my house.
Jama has always been our spiritual and moral compass. Back in the day, when our conversations consisted of what kind of car we were going to drive when we got our drivers license; Jama was thinking about the direction God had for her life. Service to God has always been her passion, goal, and pursuit. Her education, her profession, free time, extra resources; have all been used to equip herself for the Lord’s use.
Then there’s me. . . . I say stupid things that make them laugh. It’s not much- but it’s all I’ve got. I would like to tell you that it’s all calculated and for their benefit, but that wouldn’t be the truth. Beside, if making a fool out of myself is the price I pay to be their friend… then it’s totally worth it.