Beautiful Things. #3

My friend Maya.
She is beautiful.
In her guts and on the epidermis level.

We both did Young Life at Virginia, but really didn't know one another.  I do remember she had some quirky purple rain type shoes that I had a secret envy for - other than that- I knew she hailed from Northern VA and lead Young Life.

Fastforward a couple thousand days - and Maya sends me an email.

basically she said from reading my blog she thought we'd be good friends.
Her tone. Her heart. Her honesty.
Made me agree whole-heartedly.

We met up for some red-vino on Capitol Hill and well.
Life hasn't been the same.

She is beautiful I tell you.

She reminds me of the work of Jesus.
She lives it out.
She runs after Jesus - loving orphans (pray for Henry)- and kids who the rest of the world may see as deficient.  She gives generously - and lives simply.
Of course, as she runs after Jesus she stumbles - but even that encourages me - because she wipes the grime - let's Him fix her - and then she keeps sprinting.

This past 2011 in what shall be known as the Dark Days (that sucked really really bad and I really really wallowed around a lot) she spoke life to me.

Isaiah 61- It is what Jesus does.

The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me,
Because the LORD has anointed me
To bring good news to the afflicted;
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
To proclaim liberty to captives
And freedom to prisoners;
To proclaim the favorable year of the LORD
And the day of vengeance of our God;
To comfort all who mourn,
To grant those who mourn in Zion,
Giving them a garland instead of ashes,
The oil of gladness instead of mourning,
The mantle of praise instead of a spirit of fainting.
So they will be called oaks of righteousness,
The planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified.

Did I mention she is beautiful?
I love her.
This day for example - she took me up on a random offer to drive from NOVA to Giles and then to Winston for a David Wilcox concert.
As soon as she rolled up to my house I burst into tears over some boy drama I was likely having - or confusing life question.
She just listened.
I love her.
Did I mention she is beautiful?
See for yourself.

We took photos of one another. it was hilarious
and awkward
in someone's cowfield because I said, "Maya, I have to take your photo here - I've always wanted to take someone's photo here."
And because she is free she said, "Okay."

She is beautiful. He has made her that way.


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