Back in the early fall of 2014 I woke from one of those mesmerizing dreams that leave you wishing you could go back to sleep. I dreamt that it was my birthday and all I wanted was hot fudge sundaes and time to pray with a group of eight specific women. So I promptly emailed all eight of them and told them about my wacky, beautiful dream. They did not all know each other and we all live in far away places, so getting together is impossible. But I wanted each of them to know how fun my dream was and how someday in heaven we would have hot fudge sundaes together and plenty of time to pray!
Fast forward to my actual birthday. Wouldn't you know it, but one of those women is a beautiful instigator! And she worked her tail off to plan a way for all of those wonderful women to secretly come to my house - everyone made it except one who needed to stay home (but she was so very missed!). The funny thing is that I was actually cleaning my garage when they showed up! Steve had taken me out to birthday dinner and then I had asked if we could spend some time working on our colossal disaster of a garage! (Yes, I know, I know. Not very cool. But "acts of service" is my love language!) I teased him later that he could have said, "Yes, dear. But you may want to put on a cute shirt to do so!" He did not. So I was scrubbing mud off of the back door while wearing my big, well worn, very unflattering Kentucky sweatshirt when my first friend walked in!
In comes beautiful friend #1 with ice cream. She said she wanted to give me a hot fudge sundae for my birthday. Hooray for me! Nothing too unusual. Then two more beautiful friends showed up. I should have been suspicious when I noticed my Arkansas friend wearing a UK shirt. However, I was so excited I didn't really process that. Then my most cherished, lovely Kansas City friend strolled in and I could start crying even now when thinking of how elated I was to see her! We proceeded to make our sundaes. Then... they kept on coming! One at a time! My beautiful friend from Wisconsin. Oh, the tears! And as soon as I stopped crying in walked my lovely friend from Memphis! More sobbing and hugging! Then, my lovely friend from Florida waltzed in and I was a weeping fountain of tears! Y'all - there is video. I am not joking. But I will refrain from sharing that... you are welcome! It was so sweet, yet heart wrenching, to hear that my dear, dear beautiful friend from St. Louis had been
unable to join us for reasons outside her control! (But boy did we pray for her!)
Bonus - they were all wearing Kentucky blue!!
Oh everyone... have you ever been overwhelmed with how loved you are? I am so rarely overwhelmed (except maybe by fear!). But they did it. I am told that I ate a hot fudge sundae - but I truly don't remember it. And it was the sweetest time of prayer that I have EVER experienced. Sadly, at the end of the evening - well, in the early morning, everyone had to go back to their homes and families. It was truly like a dream.
What a story of friendship and sacrifice. It was hard to leave families and responsibilities and drive for hours (one friend with a broken tailbone even! and one friend hopping several different flights)! But I am grateful. They are such a picture of the sacrificial love of Jesus to me. Every day. They love me well by praying and pointing me back to Jesus. Makes me think of the verse in Hebrews 10:26 "Let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works."
It is difficult to write a post like this - for I have so, so many good friends. I cannot tell you where I would be without my Trailhead Church friends and family. They love me day in and day out and I love them right back! Truly. And my husband and parents and sisters and my children! But these ladies made a dream come true. Literally. :) And I am thankful.