Oh… how that Ricsha girl hits me between the eyes sometimes…. forget about stepping on my toes… she hits me in the face… right where it hurts… I think its because she knows I’m so vain… 
lol And my Chele… she just gets me… sometimes I don’t even have to say anything… she just knows… its a freaky 80’s thing, I’m pretty sure… or maybe because we were born in the same year… hmmm…
I’m pretty strong in most areas… but when it comes to men, I’m a total sell out. What’s my price? Not much… tell me I’m pretty and I’m done for. I hate this about me. Of all the character flaws that I know I have, all the physical flaws… what I hate the most is my need for acceptance, to be liked, to be loved, by a man.
Ricsha and I have our Thursday morning time. It used to be “ice cream” time… but we can never seem to get it together for that… I think God has used this Thursday morning alone time for us far more than he did the ice cream…. plus its less sugar and zero carbs… Sometimes I look at her and cringe…. see…. she’s pretty much everything I was supposed to be…. singing for God, great husband, great family… the christian girl’s path…. then I sold out. Why did I sell out? Acceptance, the need to be liked and loved… at that time… by a boy.
Michele and I have our Sunday nights together. Sometimes with Becky… who is always a fun addition… and sometimes just us. With Michele, I can share my deepest, darkest things with… and she always loves me anyway. Its crazy that her and I were just talking about my men issues Sunday night… and then Ricsha hits me with this sell out thing this morning…
God is so working on me… in ways unforeseen. He’s breaking me down, and I’m so thankful. Its time to take stock of what I’m up to again…and I’m so thankful He’s reeled me in before any major infractions… He’s so faithful and mighty to save, isn’t he? I know the enemy is ready to attack my wall… I will stand guard and stand my ground. I won’t be for sale….. no matter how successful, sophisticated, sexy and smart he is…. :)
I’m so incredibly thankful and grateful for these friends God has placed in my life. They never cease to remind me of who I am… and they keep me in check. They pray for me… and I know it. I can feel it… when that little voice on one shoulder says, “its ok, just do it”… and the other says, ” nuh-uh, don’t go there”. I know that’s my friends interceding for me. I know its not just Michele and Ricsha… but so many others too, that He uses to refine me…
