Guts

One thing I am consistently thankful for are those people in my life who are brutally honest with me. As a female, I've been in the place where I've played games, had games played with me, and have tried to be someone that I'm not. Sincerity, though, has now become a value that I cannot put a price on.

To my friend who starts his sentence with "Now this is going to be a hard pill to swallow...", I am and always will be grateful. He has shown me what it means to lead a disciplined life, and isn't afraid to call me out when I'm walking away from that.

To she who has said, "That was your chance and you didn't take it! Make sure you get there next time!", I owe my heart. She keeps it safe for me, and let's me know when I'm keeping it too guarded or wearing it too loosely on my sleeve. She's not afraid to say what's on her mind, because she knows that it eventually will be on my mind as well... I just occasionally need to be told square in the face.

To he who has, with all kindness and love, made sure that I heard these words, I am forever in debt: "God is so jealous of your time, Kim". He spoke as one so concerned with another's soul. It was Holy Spirit discernment, that's for sure. It's only that kind that can identify a need without even being told. And it's only that kind that can have the courage enough to speak the truth in love. Again, eternally grateful am I.

What a privileged woman I can consider myself to be, that I may have friends with guts.