Have Whisk, Will Travel

The weekend went on the calendar in June. September 24th - 26th. Girls getaway to Wisconsin. There were days in August that were so long and so wearying that the only thing that kept me going was looking ahead to nine.twenty-four. 4pm. FREEDOM and FRIENDSHIP.

I am so blessed by deep, rich friendships.
{left to right: Melissa, Julie, moi, Kristin}

{above picture taken by Julie. Check her out here.}

These girls know my stuff. My warts and bumps. My faults. My weaknesses.

They know my schedule. They know my limits. They know what I can handle and what I can't. They speak into my life weekly, as we meet on Monday nights for prayer and accountability.

Last week, when I was trying to get back on track with eating and exercising, these girls lifted me in prayer the entire time. Tuesday night when I emailed at 7pm to say I was so tempted to eat, one of them, who had not eaten supper yet, emailed right back and said that she would just go ahead and skip supper and not eat, and when she was hungry she'd pray for me, knowing I was hungry. That made me cry. Bawl, actually. That's sacrifice. That's friendship.

And despite their knowledge, these gals still love me. Still want to spend extra time with me. An entire weekend. It feels really good to be known and loved and cherished.

I love these girls.

We had lots of laughs and inside jokes that just have to, well, stay 'inside.' And you know, you can be friends with someone for a long, long time, and yet when you spend a weekend with them you just learn new, raNdOm things. Like Kristin, she can't leave home without a whisk. Seriously. She claims you just never know when you're gonna need one. Personally, I think she's on drugs.

Julie will do just about anything for a great photo. Evidence below.

Melissa is our antique, vintage guru and she introduced us to the Elkhorn Antique Show. Oh mercy. Talk about overwhelming. I LOVED it and can't wait to go back next season. I think I'm officially addicted. It was the flea market that just wouldn't quit. Row after row. Vendor after vendor. UN.believable. Here they are at the end of a long day, still lookin' cute.

These 3 friends are like this sweet flower. They're beautiful, inside and out. They're strong Christ-followers which is the bond and basis for our depth of friendship. They speak Truth into my life. And the Lord uses them as bright spots of Hope and Encouragement.

I came home refreshed, encouraged and completely exhausted. It was indeed a pot pourri of pleasure that I just didn't want to end. Movies, magazines, yummy food, great questions, meaningful conversations, laughter, tears, shopping and more of each of the above.

So, I'm wondering if we can go again next weekend. I'll check with Jack and in the meantime pencil it in and get the whisk ready, because you just never know when you'll need a whisk. Or so says Kristin.