Not an imitator

I just refound this piece of love and friendship in one of my notebooks.  This notebook my dear Asbury Seminary friends gave me when I left that place 7 years ago....

These words encourage me a lot today.  Words are my love language.  Words are my anchor and imagination.


My friends wrote to me:

Not an imitator
but an
imaginator.


R-E-A-L
one who lives 
Freedom
such that others
Become Free,

See Light
And 
Desire to Dance.


A 
Woman 
Practicing
the new chivalry of Encouragement
opening kingdom doors
turning up the temperature of
Love
Always hosting a party
through the simple act of
Being you!


love, 
Us.


I still celebrate these friendships that gave me so much love and care and imagination for who I am and what I am becoming.  What a beautiful season of life to be loved so extravangantly!