We stepped off of that bus somewhere north of Atlanta hot, and feeling like we hadn’t slept in weeks. This part of Georgia wasn’t as humid as other parts, but after three and a half days on a bus that did not matter what did was the fact that we were finally getting off, meeting our destination.
For me a life changing experience to be sure, because it was the first time I had ever been so far away from my family. I had a friend and my Son with me, but Nonna my strong arm was at her home in California.
The journey was exciting to say the least, but traveling on a bus has never been my preferred way to travel, but we made it and we made it in one piece, just about a month before the one year anniversary of 9’11.
In a strange way perhaps it was the events that followed 9’ll at least in my life that brought me, brought us to this bus bound for Georgia and left us waiting for someone who had even by then truly become the Sister of my heart. I just did not realize at the time or perhaps I did, what an influence she would have on my life.
I did know that the Lord sent Angels in our lives in the form of friends, and this precious friend, made a precious mark on my life. She was much more than a friend, she was like a sister.
Comments were even made about us looking like sisters, and we would just smile, but again I find myself moving forward.
As we sat waiting to be picked up and taken to my friends house, I wondered what the next few weeks would bring, blessings that was for sure. A lot of sharing, and growing together as friends, as Sisters in Christ.
I could not know at the time how much that three and a half weeks would shape my life. How much it would change my life though. A trip like that was meant to be fun, and it was fun, but it was also life changing in so many ways.
My friend taught me what it was to struggle and to persevere in ways I could never imagine, and I was not immune to suffering, it was not something I was a stranger of, I had known suffering just not in the way she had.
Getting into the details of her suffering is not important what is important is that at the darkest moments, she always knew she could look to Christ.
Now don’t get me wrong I am not saying my friend was perfect, because that is not something she would even claim, only one perfect man walked this earth and that was Christ himself.
Christ does use people to shape us and form us though, and help us to grow in ways that we would not otherwise grow. We all have the potential to impact someone’s life, and my life was certainly impacted by this precious friend, this precious child of God.