To Lay Down One’s Life

I have been really tired this week.

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Moving is stressful and full of to-do lists and errands and realizing that last minute things were forgotten (I have lost so many hairbrushes in the past month, y’all).

But if true love is to lay down your life for your friends, I am well loved.

By friends who leap up to hug me during church when I arrive earlier than expected.

By friends who carry heavy boxes and furniture up stairs on the hottest day of the summer.

By friends who watch my cat for WEEKS while he’s home alone (and for the friends who adopted him all year).

By friends who leave me boxes full of dishes and a coffee maker and every kitchen appliance known to man, waiting in my house, free.

By friends who let me live in their house and drive their car while I adjust to reentry.

By my sweet dad who drove 1000 miles in a Uhaul to help me move.

I don’t know if people everywhere have friends as sacrificial and loving as I do, but I am feeling humbled and loved and I cannot imagine a sweeter way to move back home.

I think sometimes laying down our lives looks like sacrificially giving what we have, but maybe sometimes laying down our lives looks like humbling ourselves to ask for and accept help when we need it.

So for those of you who have sacrificed this week to spend time with me, move me, buy me food, or give me stuff: I cannot say thank you enough. I hope I have opportunity to repay the favor someday.

Coming home to friends is better than I could have imagined.

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  1. So awesome to hear how much support you’ve had in moving back! It’s definitely encouraging to me too – hope we will have the same! :)

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