everyone needs a pod :: day six

I started writing this post a long time ago, but have been INSANELY busy so I haven't had time to finish it or begin any other thankful blog entry. I have, however, been thinking about it each day and have much to add to this, only no time to add it.

I've written about The Pod before.

But in case you weren't tuned in at that point in history. . . I'm not referring to the pea kind of pod, or space kind, or the 'i' kind. It's the friend kind. You know, like 'two peas in a pod'?



Except there are three in this pod ::



However, soon the pod will be changing slightly.

We're about to welcome Brad to the family. Of course, he won't be an official member of The Pod, but because of his relationship with Bree, he'll be a pretty big part of it!

Bree and I met on a rainy evening in Kirkland, WA at the home of some Biola alum who hosted a dessert for prospective Biola students. I don't remember much about the whole interaction, but I do remember feeling like she was the type of girl I would never be very good friends with.

It makes me giggle now. I was so wrong.

Sometimes I'm not super clear about what changed. We started to hang out at the end of our freshman year and right from the beginning I decided I was going to be real with her. Some people are delicate and you have to be gentle. . . others can handle real life without all the fluff. B is that kind of pod. She and I have always been straight with one another. I can always count on her to call me out if I'm ignoring the truth. She always encourages me by speaking the words of the Father. She's beautiful and wonderful and fun!

Favorite memories include the following:

:: Laying out in the G's backyard while they're on vacation. We would always take those times to talk about life's deepest and greatest issues.

:: Drinking milktea at Cafe Veronese with my guitar and our journals.

:: Listening to Mike Bickle sermons on the Song of Solomon and experiencing SO much intimacy with Jesus. 'Okaaaaay, the 100-fold heart of the Father. . . '

:: Cracked out finals weeks and giggles that seemed they would never end. (Don't worry, we didn't literally do crack, it's a coloquial saying meaning that we were really, really tired and it made us a little crazy)

:: Balling our eyes out on the floor at Bobby's house. If it wasn't her, it was me. Every week!

:: Dropping blackberry pies on the floor, eating yellow rice & black beans, and drinking Asti.

. . . just to name a few :)

B2. . . I'm SO happy for you both. I'm so excited that God has done such a work in both of your hearts and minds that has led you both to this place. I cannot wait to celebrate with you all the joys of life and also to weep with you during the inevitable difficult times.

See you on Wed, Pod.

<3 Cpod