Words of the heart.

there is this girl named Annie

we are friends.

 it's intense.

like camping!

I love her.

a lot.

We became friends by having a class together last spring. Little did we know that class would bond us together this way. In the past year, we've grown into closer and deeper friendship. Annie has gotten to know my heart and my head...that is something to be applauded. She knows what makes me tick. She knows when I need to talk but don't want to. She knows how to push me without making me fall over. And if I do fall, she's had her hand outstretched waiting for me to take it since before I fell. 

Needless to say, I am blessed.

Annie knows she doesn't always have the right words to say but sometimes songs do and sometimes other people do. It is not uncommon for me to open a text message telling me to go youtube a song or open an email pointing me to a quote on pinterest. 

I don't know what I was going through when she sent me this 

(couldn't have been all that important if I didn't journal about it)

but it made me tear up.

I often refer to God as 'Daddy' (for a number of reasons) and I rarely see that anywhere but in my own heart. Yeah, lots of people begin prayers invoking 'Father, God' but it's not the same. A daddy is much different than a father. Clearly, it was a big deal for me to see the way this was "signed." Dad may not be the same as 'Daddy' but its pretty darn close--close enough for this to seem personal, rather than just another corny Christian things on the internet. 

I blogged on March 22nd (I looked it up. I promise I don't just freakishly remember these things) about how words don't mean a thing to me until they are followed by some type of action, and so I see how it seems a little inauthentic that I'm now telling you how much these words mean to me. 

It's not the words.

It's the action behind the words.

In order for those words to get to me, Annie had to be thinking of me. I doubt she was online frantically searching for something to give me comfort, but, instead, God brought her to these words and gave her the push to email them to me. Annie and God get mucho brownie points for making that touch my heart. I won't say it has nothing to do with the words. That'd be totally false, but I promise you that if I had just come across those words as I was surfing across the interwebbs it wouldn't be something I'd still be thinking about.

This speaks to my heart right here and now.