My Sisters, Our Party, and a Link-Up
On the night I have my Sister Party and invite my in-the-skin friends into my mess, Seth decides to be extra awesome and take the boys upstairs an hour before their bedtime. Rather than not stressing about my messy house, I have an hour to stress about how I promised a mess but then get unexpected time to clean it. Rather than vacuuming, I actually have to work to keep from cleaning. I decide to give up on my awful tasting, burned smelling, jiggling crock-pot cake and to whip up a pumpkin dump cake (1 melted stick of butter over 1 butter-recipe cake mix over 1 can of pumpkin pie mix).
As the house warms with the smells of butter and awesome, a friend calls to cancel, expressing disappointment about not joining our group. She’s my age and has to make it to her own surprise spinal tap in the morning. She calls to say that she probably has Multiple Sclorosis, to ask if we would pray, and then to express such a held-up faith, such a secure love for her faithful God. She called to say that every second with her daughters was a gift. She’s soaking in how blessed she is.
I get off the phone with the sweetest sadness, a more wise smile, and the girls pull up one car at a time. Everyone notices my non-mess. We start quiet, inching toward the food, and then we crescendo in belly laughs in the living room with empty plates and hot drinks.
I’m not really sure why I invited the small group of friends that I did. So few of them know each other, and it is just beautiful to see the connections they have as we begin a few more formal introductions, going around the room. In the process, I hear the best stories. At one point I laugh so hard that I almost spew my water, having to run to the sink to spit and then collapse in the floor.
That night I learned that two of my friends grew up as neighbors. One ran over the other’s cat and then burst in to tell her family but instead puked everywhere.
I learned that I still can’t even make it through a prayer without giggling with my best friends.
I learned what warriors we friends are (how Ashley prayed so strongly). Only a few of us knew the friend struggling with the news of MS, but we all prayed like we share a kindred blood with her, and now to think of it, we do. ———
What about you? Tell us about your Sister Party between today and Sunday, October 24th. That evening (Sunday), I’ll announce the GIVEAWAY winners from among those who link up to this post.
Make sure to link only with the permalink to your Sister Party Post. I can’t wait to hear all about your time with your Friends. Thank you for joining me in celebrating the people who will point out the spinach in your teeth when the need be!