Crossing The Line

She commented!
I am talking about Michelle, who commented on my last post. Yes, the one who turned my pap test into a joke about cream cheese. See, that's who this friend is to me. She is really the only one who crosses the line in the way that I cross the line. Often we find our selves embarrassed about the words that come out of our mouths when we are with anyone else but each other. Sometimes we even report back to one another with our tails between our legs about the incident. Examples...
Michelle: "They didn't laugh at my joke about the stillborn"
or
Me: "They were not impressed at the fact that I had my own poop on my running shoes."

This friend is like me in so many ways: wacky, laughy, daring, curious. She is also very different. For example, she has a mild case of OCD that holds us up every time we need to take our bikes somewhere (we do triathlons together). She inspects every centimeter of the bike and what each centimeter is touching after it is mounted on the bike rack, while I am all like, "Throw 'em in the trunk, we'll put 'em back together later."
I love this friend. That line that we cross together is often because she pushes me across it...
Including her comment from yesterday's post and reminding me that our ugly times are transformative times, thanks to God.

I hope you all have friends like her. Someone to push you over the line when you need it. For a while, I have been seeking a Spiritual Director. This is someone who works with where you are spiritually and then challenges you to take it even further. I don't know how to seek out a spiritual director, but Michelle just made me realize that they are all around us and they always appear at the right time.