Good People

Nobody can take the place of my brother.

Still, there are people in my life that fill the role of a brother.

I have two friends that I meet and have lunch with periodically.  They're two awesome guys married to two awesome women and they all love God and love people with everything inside of them.  They're professionals.  They're courteous, yet true.  They're the kind of guys that have your back.  To me, they're brothers. 

There's never awkwardness between us, because they guard their conversation as if they were my brothers.  They give me advice and encouragement like a brother does.  They laugh with me and I harass them back.  They're not fake, they're discretely honest.  They treat me with respect as the lady I am, just like a brother. 

Every time I leave their company, I feel like I was just given a gift.  If nothing else, that there are still good people in the world.  Good, honest, real-life, no-joke, strong, kind people. There are still people that look out for good in the world, don't dread the next day, and thank God for what they have and not what they don't have. 

I leave knowing, assuredly, that I am important, that I am cared for, that I am someone others can enjoy, and that I am an integral part of this huge tapestry God is weaving in creation.  And no matter how good my day is going, it never hurts to be reminded of that.

You know what I think is the most incredible part of it all?  They don't say it.  I just leave knowing those things. 

That's how it is with good people.

That's how it is with a brother.