Sunday, July 17, 2011

Because I love her . . . like my own soul

"And it came to pass, when he had made an end of speaking unto Saul, that the soul of Jonathan was knit with the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul. And Saul took him that day, and would let him go no more home to his father's house. Then Jonathan and David made a covenant, because he loved him as his own soul." 1 Samuel 18:1-3

Several weeks ago we were blessed to have my dear friend Angie and her family here to visit for twenty-four hours. This picture of us and our sweet littlest girls, Audrey and Danica, was taken the morning they climbed into their van and pulled away. Part of my heart left again with her that morning. She has carried it for more than thirty years now. In a world of broken promises our covenant has remained. I love her, and she loves me.

I have written about her. She has written about me too. We are kindred in a way you can only understand if you have experienced it. She is a fighter and a survivor of cancer three times already. A week after her visit I got the call. "Moni, they found another mass. This time it's in my colon. It's cancer. . . again." This insidious disease is back and way too soon. She is weak and tired and afraid. My absolute first instinctual heart cry was to our God. "I will take her place. Please, release her from this cross and let me take it." This is not a noble thought made because it could not ever become a possibility. I would do it. In a second. I would lay down my life for this friend.

We were little girls playing beneath the dogwood trees and swinging as high as we could at Gypsy Hill Park. We were young girls trading well worn books, sitting on our beds writing in our journals and reading poetry out loud. We were teenagers dreaming of our futures, what men God might have for us to marry and the names of our children. We were young adults driving the gorgeous back roads of the Shenandoah Valley countryside singing at the top of our lungs with the cool evening air blowing in our hair. Little did we know how beautiful our lives would become and how bittersweet. We could have never imagined the pain and suffering or the amazing Grace that would carry us.

Angie is having her cancer removed surgically tomorrow. I am going through the motions of my own life because I must, but every single breath I take is in thought and prayer for her and her family. So many of you have stormed our God in prayer for Danica and our family. Won't you please pray for my friend tonight? Please pray for her physical healing. Please pray for peace of mind and strength of spirit as she recovers and faces chemotherapy again. Please pray for her husband Brian and her sweet children, Asher, Micah and Audrey.

I have seen real life miracles worked out through faith and love. I am on my knees pleading for another one tonight. I love her . . . like my own soul. I rest knowing He loves her more.

You may follow Angie's journey on her blog at


1 comment:

  1. Monica,
    I am so sorry. Sorry for Angie, for the struggle she is facing yet again. Sorry for her family and friends. And I am sorry for you too, as I know how much you love your dear friend. What a blessing you and she have, to have each other the way you do. Please know, that I pray for her sometimes several times in a day. And I pray for you and your family also. I will definitely be falling before the throne on Angie's behalf, and begging God for strength, mercy and peace, AND healing. There is still MUCH reason for HOPE. We will pray without ceasing, and our God, will provide grace to get through each day, for you, and Danica, and Angie and her family...for all who truly desire to be inside the will of God, and who can just become childlike, (just like our Waverly) and just trust. Cristen is caring for her every need. As infants of loving mothers, worry over nothing, so much more, should we, who are loved ever so much more, rest in the comfort of the perfect love of our perfectly lovely and holy Abba Father. I'll be praying for Angie tonight as I lay down, and the moment I awake, and I will be praying for you, her sweet and loving friend. Carol