You never stopped pushing...and there were times when I hated you (well hate is a strong word, maybe in that moment) for it. I could always count on you to push...and then you stopped. You began to come into your own and blossom like the little Texas bluebonnet you were. With His showers of grace and truth, you grew in wisdom and grace to be a spectacle. A creation giving witness to his creator. When you had to do His will, I realized it was my turn to push to you. I pushed you in prayer. For all those moments when you "layed down your life" whether it was during our long conversations or our silly disputes...it was my turn. My turn to push whether you liked it or not. It was my duty and I prayed unceasingly for you and your dream.
We have a friendship so dynamic, so amazing and such a blessing. Two young boys when we met on the sweet smelling plains of Indiana and now two men headed toward similar directions. We will be saints together you and I, like Sts. Peter and Paul or Sts. Perpetua and Felicity, maybe its a stretch, well at least we can pray for it.
