Name Dropping

Just yesterday, Yvonne had me over. To her house. Her Own, Personal house, where we sipped morning beverages, and nibbled on delectable pastries.
There I was, on her sun dappled patio, soaking in the radiance of her wisdom.

I am totally trying to impress you, you know. In that I was at her house.

If I told you, "Oh, Brad and Angelina were showing me the twins nursery just last week" I would be going for a similar effect. However, Yvonne is more worthy of honor than those two celebrities, even if she is somewhat less well-known.
Upon consideration, I might point out that I weaseled an invitation thru Kara. But, still.

As with any celebrity, I find that I am a bit star-struck. I wander about her presence saying really dumb things like, "Geez, Yvonne, You're swell." I like her house, and her hair, and her...you know...stuff.
She's the right sort to be in awe of. (Plus, also, she's reading this, so say hi to her.) She is a juxtaposition of humility and beauty. A woman who has suffered to the enrichment of her soul. She has been constant where others would have faltered. She is the moon, and Jesus is her Sun. I have bragged on her before, partly because I want her to see in writing the sentiments which sound so smarmy in speech. But partly because I want you to know something that is a lesson she can teach you even if you never meet her.
That lesson is this:
A life of faithfulness is built one decision at a time. She is a masterpiece of moments; of small issues submitted to God. She makes even the mundane a matter of conversation with God. "What do You want me to do now, My King?"
I want to be like her.
I love to watch her with her husband. He is a good man, but I get the idea that her love for him has little to do with that. She has an amazing marriage because she sees Jesus every time she looks at her man.
She is a great Mother. Her children are loved, I think, as an intricate offering for her God. And she has a couple of dynamic daughters! They carry the torch because of the example set by their momma. I am especially fond of Kara, you know.
Yvonne is a friend the likes of which you hope to be known by. I am known by her, awkward and silly as I am, and I am loved.
It's maybe not unlike Brad and Angelina's adopted orphans, in that her love for me is not at all earned, and I never go away empty handed. Yesterday, for instance, after giving me great servings of sweets to eat, and wisdom to think on; she and her husband loaded me down with meat for my freezer. She gives freely like that.

So there you go. Yvonne is my friend.
Who has ever met Brad and Angelina, anyway? For all I know, they don't even exist.