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Joy on the Journey

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I have a friend named Tina.  

I know, right? You like her already.

I know, right? You like her already.

Tina and I were housemates when I lived in Bellingham, WA during my first year as a campus pastor.  Being housemates didn't mean automatic friendship since there were, ahem, fifteen women living together under one roof. But Tina and I were fast friends.

I think our friendship was cemented when we spent an afternoon scoping deals at grocery stores around town while intermittently scream singing Alanis Morrissette songs in her tiny Honda with the windows down. Because, well, that's what friends do sometimes.  

Um, I know old people say this all the time but we look so young!

Um, I know old people say this all the time but we look so young!

Tina is one of those people, everyone has them (I hope!), where no matter how much time has passed, you can pick up where you left off.  And tell the truth.  And cry big, hard tears.  And also laugh your head off.  

Like when I came and slept in her grandma's house so I could be a bridesmaid for our friend Jess and we watched musicals until way too late at night.  Or when she came to visit me at Stanford and got right up on top of the Stanford's tomb for a picture, like you do.  Or when she brought her giant seven months pregnant belly full of baby to Berkeley so she could be the "details" person for my wedding reception (read: the person in charge of making sure there was a bird on everything.)

One of my favorite Tina memories is the weekend that Jess, Tina and I cloistered ourselves in at Tina's parents house for a girl's getaway.  We had all come off some pretty serious personal disappointments and the time away together was this perfect gift, time to pray and talk and grieve and laugh and heal.  

Is there anything better than being known and loved by good people?

Is there anything better than being known and loved by good people?

When Tina got engaged, she asked me to write a song for her wedding ceremony.  It turned into one of my favorite "homemade" songs. I wrote it thinking about her sweet love story with her husband Jason.  They were good friends and partners in ministry before they started dating.  

That's me in the middle, the meat in their sweetheart sandwich.

That's me in the middle, the meat in their sweetheart sandwich.

It was so fun to sing this song for my sweet friends on their wedding day.  

Tina & Jason, rocking the reception. 

Tina & Jason, rocking the reception. 

And it's so tender today to reflect on what beautiful examples they've been of grace, faithfulness and promise keeping in their own marriage.  They have truly honored their covenant to God and to each other through some challenging years and it's been my privilege to watch from the sidelines.  

Joy on the journey.  A hand to hold as we walk through this life.  Thanking God today for my sweet friends and for my own marriage.  What a good gift. 

Joy on the Journey: A Wedding Song

Quiet prayers you don’t talk about

There were things I hadn’t told to anyone

But I’d been hoping

 

We were friends, oh

The best kind of friends

The laugh till you cry kind

The makes things all right kind

And then I began to see

That it could be

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You             

My joy on the journey

My hand to hold

As we walk through this life

and Now                  

I make you this promise          

All of me to you only

As we follow Christ

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My best friend becoming my beloved

Dreams long dreamt, now are coming true

And I’m still hoping

With you, I’m hoping

 

That as the years pass

And we grow old together

We’ll be faithful to each other

Living like our Saviour

Today I make a covenant with you

And the one who gave me

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I am my beloveds

I am my beloveds     

I am my beloveds and you are mine

And how you shine