Pomegranates With My Person.

There are few moments in life where I feel fully myself. These are the moments in which my spirit cries, "yes, this is it. This is my best self. I want more of these moments in my life." They are the moments I will remember on my deathbed and look back and say, "Those are the moments that wove the fabric of my life."

One of these moments just passed. As Katelynn and I sat in my room on my bar stool chairs and shared a pomegranate and life. As we picked the sweet plump orbs from the bitter flesh, we talked. We shared our fears of hopelessness and this week's wounds. With messy hands we shared our messy lives of co-workers, a fiance, lots of nine north girls, professors, and the Jesus we love. It was messy. But it was sweet.

The hour was soon gone and she was off to class. We hugged like every time and said our "see ya's." And as the door closed I sighed. Yes. This is my best self. I want more of these moments in my life.

Kate, I'm so thankful you are a part of the fabric of my life. I love you.