When it comes to friends, God has really outdone Himself in my life. Although most of them live miles and miles away from me, my dearest friends are some of the smartest, most talented, most beautiful, most loving, wisest, most godly, kindest, sweetest, bravest, most wonderful women on the planet. Most of the time I wonder how on earth I came to deserve them because they are just so darn amazing.
One friend, in particular, holds a very special place in my heart because I have never – and I mean never – met anyone with the heart of compassion that beats in her chest. Kara and I have been through so much together. We were in the same orientation group at our undergraduate Alma Matter and became instant friends. We’ve lived together, watched each other get married, been pregnant together, laughed together, cried together, lost and found contact with one another, forgiven each other, blessed each other, build each other up, and become sisters over the course of one of the most important friendships of my entire life. In addition to all of this, watching her raise her children has blessed my heart in countless ways. Her faithfulness and attentiveness to her daughters is a joy and an inspiration. To say I love this woman is an understatement.
True to form, my sweet Kara wrote a post on Facebook yesterday that was saturated in Christ-likeness, tenderness of heart, love, sincerity, and genuine praise for our good God. In sharing her mother’s heart, she was able to bless my own (and many others’) in an intensely impactful way.
So, without further ado, here is Kara’s post (and soul-blessing photo) about a trip she and the girls took to Papa’s seminary campus yesterday…
“We went for a walk around campus this morning. We have never paid much attention to this statue or ever talked to Em about it. She saw it, pointed at it, and without any hesitation yelled, “Jesus!!” Colby and I looked at each other like, “Did you tell her that? I didn’t!” We went to go look at it and Em took off running, excited to see Jesus. Colby asked her which one she thought was Jesus. I thought she would for sure point to the one sitting. He is taller and seems bigger. But Em immediately knelt down, put her small, sweet hand on Jesus’ forearm and said, “Jesus.” She didn’t stop looking at Him until we left. The sweet faith of a child is something amazing to behold. This isn’t the first time Em has known more than she has been taught about Jesus. I am in awe that God has somehow, inexplainably, supernaturally blessed her with a knowledge and love about Himself. It gives me hope and reminds me how much God loves her, but also how much He loves me. To witness His guidance in my little baby’s life despite my failures shows me His grace and mercy in a way I so needed during this season.”
I’m so glad I got to share a little bit of my Kara’s heart with you all. Just by being herself, she sharpens and encourages me in ways I will never be able to fully express.
God bless you, Kara, and may He continue to use your babies to grow and nurture you, just as your friendships grows and nurtures me.
Until Next Time My Friends,
S. Taylor (and her precious Kara),
The Taylor of All Trades