Today, my best friend turns 29. Happy Birthday to you, Staci Bishop.
I met Staci through a Get Trained class at the Stone. I was coaching table leaders and she was going to be one of the table leaders. We were at a leader meeting at Sally Lopez’s house before the semester started. Staci was loud and smart and energetic. All of these things combined with her strong West Texas accent made her hard to miss. And man, oh man, did she scare the crap out of me. I had no idea how I was going to coach this girl.
At the end of the night we started talking and the fear started to wear off some. We talked about where we were serving at the church. She surprised me when she said that she hadn’t found a place to serve. I said, well, now you have. You’re coming with me.
5 years later she’s still with me.
Every once in a while we look at each other and wonder how in the world we are friends. We have absolutely nothing in common.
She loves football. I love futbol.
She is West Texas. I am East Texas. (two very different, but strange places)
She is a go-getter achiever. I am a slow-goer harmonizer.
She is a Bachelor watcher. I am a documentary watcher.
She is an incredible southern cook. I am an incredible southern food eater. (yes, this might be the glue that holds us together)
She is a fighter for all things good. I am a watcher of documentaries of all things good.
She is a lover of triple x sweat pants. I am a lover of the perfect LBD.
We are as opposite as the day as long. But, we have one thing in common. And it’s the one thing that matters the most.
We have Jesus in common. Staci is the girl who fights for me to look more like Jesus. She is the girl who would walk into my room before work, flip on the light, put a cup of coffee on my desk and tell me to get up and read my Bible. She is the girl who sends me text messages to see how I am doing in my consistency in reading the Bible, in prayer, in loving Jesus, in loving Kyle, in loving my community, in fighting sin. She is the girl who perseveres me when I don’t want to be persevered. She is the girl who helps me do the seemingly impossible. She is the girl who believes in me, who prays for me, who loves me.
And man, oh man, do I love this girl. The Lord brought my sweet Staci into my life in a time when I desperately needed a friend to help me along in life. She is the most generous person I know. She withholds nothing from those who are blessed enough to have her in their world.
Thank you, Staci Bishop. You are the best friend a girl could ask for.
Whew! I can’t believe I made it all 7 days! Granted, I did miss day 4 and had to post two on day 5, but still. I wrote 7 things. I posted 7 things. I woke up this morning thinking about writing and ended the day with sewing. So, the only appropriate thing for me to write about is sewing.
When I was a little girl, my mom sewed most of my clothes. Not just the occasional dress, but shirts and pants and even a swimsuit. My mom and I had some of our most epic fights over the clothes she made for me. It was never tight enough, short enough or sparkly enough. I would pout that I didn’t like it or it wasn’t perfect or I wanted to change something on it. I never understood why it took her so long to finish anything. Mom would get frustrated and tell me to stop being a brat. I would yell back at her more bratty things. It was awful.
This Christmas I asked for a sewing machine – and got TWO! I had so many dreams of being a patient and creative sewer. It would be therapeutic. It would be a way for me to produce something that normally just swirls around and around in my mind. It would be a way for me to actually do something I dreamed about. I just knew the minute I sat behind that sewing machine, I would be able to sew perfect lines and amazing dresses. I was going to be the next Anya and they would be begging me to go on Project Runway. I would respectfully decline, of course. I started looking through Vogue and InStyle and would point out the things I could make. Why spend all that money on something I could make myself?
Pinterest didn’t help anything to counteract this delusion. The DIY pages are full of projects that make me think – I can do that. I always think I can do everything.
Turns out, I can’t do everything. Case in point: We had a sewing day at my friend’s house the other day. One of the girls was a graduate of UT’s design program. She was incredible. She also brought over this super cute fox she made. You can guess what happened next – “I can make that”.
Guess who’s is on the right.
That’s right, folks.
So, I kept trying…
It’s definitely better, but it’s not great. All I can say is that I’m glad this is for 6 year old girls that love me verrrry much.
I don’t foresee my invite to be on Project Runway any time soon, but I must say, I’m having a great time. I am beginning to understand why my mom took so long when she was making my clothes. My mom deserves more than an apology for my bratty behavior.
Sewing is hard. Sewing is time consuming. But there is something very satisfying about it.
I’ll keep you posted, maybe I’ll actually make something that looks like what it was supposed to.