So, when I heard that a group of four Christian college studets had rented a townhouse and were in need of a fifth roommate, I was both eager and nervous. Change - at least for me - can be anxiety-inducing. And I was finding that taking that first step in the direction of who it was God was helping me to become was stretching me in an unfamiliar, almost uncomfortable way.
But, when I met the girls - Laura, JR, Erin and Joy - I instantly knew that God had put me in the right place. Not only did He have a plan for me, but He had hand selected a group of Godly women to accompany me on the journey.
All of my new roommates were warm and welcoming, and over the course of the school year, I learned so much of what the Christian life looked like from watching them. They patiently led and gently held me accountable. Not once did I ever feel judged by what I saw as my blinding newness to everything - Bible studies, prayer, devotionals, retreats...heck, even the lingo was new.
Although I formed significant friendships with each of the girls, Joy's warmth and gentle, nurturing way immediately drew me in. I found myself looking to her as a tangible version of who I could become in Christ - my spiritual mentor, if you will. I was struck by her genuine heart for God and her authentic desire to fulfill His plan for her life.
Soon after college graduation, I made the move back to Sacramento to begin my "adult" life of work and such. Contact with my former roommates dwindled as life became increasingly busy. But intermittently, throughout the years, I would think back to that time of spiritual newness fondly and wonder what became of the girls that helped shape my faith and identity in Christ.
After years of resistance (did I really need long-lost acquaintances to know what I ate for lunch?), I surrendered and joined Facebook. Almost immediately, I reconnected with Joy, who had recently moved back to Davis with her college-boyfriend-turned-husband, Matt, and two young children, Hannah and Peter. The friendship that has ensued in the months since has made me sorry I ever doubted social media.
When Joy and I met up for our first play date several weeks later, it was as if the eleven years that had passed since college (how am I possibly that old?) were just a blink of an eye. Unbeknownst to us, our lives had been moving on parallel paths - being a full-time wife and mommy to two little ones so close in age - separated only by thirty miles of freeway.
Wilson, despite his typical shy, silent treatment for the first half hour or so, eventually took to Joy's oldest, Hannah - in a big way! On the drive home, Wilson talked incessantly about Hannah - how pretty her hair was and what a nice friend she was. This continued for several days until Wilson called us in one evening after being tucked into bed and announced that he knew who he wanted to marry - Hannah.
It has been such a pleasure to get to know Joy as a mom - motherhood suits her well. So when I learned that she was expecting a third little bundle of joy (pun intended), I could not have been more excited for her. And living in such close proximity to Joy's doctor served as the perfect excuse for frequent lunch play dates.
Just last week, baby Abigail made her entrance into the world. And in my opinion, nothing deserves a pie more than the celebration of a new life. So, I set aside the more traditional baby gifts of onesies and booties in favor of a little Joy's "New Life" Nutella Pie.
Joy is the person I have to thank for introducing me to Nutella in the first place. I remember doubting the fancy new spread occupying shelf space in our college pantry. But I soon regretted my snap judgement against the more sophisticated, cultured cousin of peanut butter. It was love at first bite.
For days, I vacillated between the seemingly endless and tempting crust possibilities - oatmeal, hazelnut, sugar cookie, and on and on. Eventually, however, I opted to stick with my tried and true butter and shortening recipe, largely because Joy had recently requested a "crust workshop" and I figured a little preview was in order.
And the very best part of my new mixer? Definitely licking the beaters.
Just to gild the lily, I whipped up a little whipped cream and piped small starbursts onto the pie in a circular fashion. (Plus, a little whipped cream is always a good distraction when you are trying to disguise cracks resulting from a not-so-graceful attempt to remove a hot pie from the oven).
There is a certain comfort in the bond you have with someone with whom you have shared a home. They know you intimately - the good and the bad, the messy and the compulsive. With roommates, it is nearly impossible to hide the parts of yourself that you keep from the rest of the world, and because of that, they tend to know a more authentic version of you.
Reconnecting with Joy has been one of my most personally fulfilling adult relationships. I always leave our time together feeling refreshed and blessed by her visit.
Joy has always been good at seeing the potential in people - whether they be a college student just taking their first step in faith, a kindergartener embarking on their education or a new little one of her own to nurture and love. She is just the kind of person you want by your side at the beginning of any new journey, birth or rebirth - and as I have come to find out, the perfect companion for a little further on down the road, as well.
"You can't buy happiness but you can buy Nutella and that's kind of the same thing." - Unknown
Ah, Erin, I love your post! Not too mushy at all. :-) I am so honored to be one of your pie recipients and even more glad to call you a friend!!! (P.s. your crust was delicious and I can't wait to learn how you do it.)ReplyDelete