One is Silver and the Other Gold

When I left college, I remember Pringle and I having a discussion saying, "I don't want to make any more friends." We were so sad to leave our safe cohort and couldn't imagine reaplacing each other's friendship. But I guess you're sort of forced to make friends when your true true ones are so far away...like clear across the state of Texas (and sometimes farther - GASP!). I love my friends from childhood (like, two of them), and cherish my friends from college (about a handful that are the life-longers). But as the years pass...oh yes, I keep forgetting that if I round up, I'm close to 30...one can't avoid making new friends. New friends that last forever. They share new experiences (some of which make me raise an eyebrow) and schools of thought. After college I made a good friend in the form of family, my SNL. I made new friends at my elementary school, and we continue to widen our circle and let some into our 'core group.'

And then you meet those people that you have no idea why they come into your life but they are exactly right. God could have brought anyone to you to get the job done. But He didn't. He knew that you not only would need someone to provide you the service, but someone that can offer support, guidance, a listening ear, and a similar experience.

Such is the story of me and my realtor. I loke her. I like her + I love her = I loke her. And yesterday, I re-loke her. She is just the best. Anyone could have helped me find a house; anyone could be my advocate; anyone could guide me and make this a fairly easy and quick process. But she isn't just anyone. At a time where I'm confused and broken about something that is completely unrelated to realty, God sent me a friend...a life-long friend...and a conversation to offer her story and hope.

And she's doing a dang fine job of landing me a house. And being patient with me because I am in the upper eschelon of real estate stupidity.