ex(PR)essed

When I moved to Harrisburg in 2000, I knew no one. No exagerration.

But, I moved here for a job, and, after spending six months desperately scouring newspapers and websites, this begger could no longer be a chooser! Don’t get me wrong — the job was more than adequate. Though I had no idea what all my responsibilities would entail, I certainly wasn’t dreading the move or my entree into the professional world.

My first job out of college is memorable for many reasons, but the most positive, life-changing one is the friendship formed with these three girls.

Amy, Christina, Robin and I became fast friends…sharing our frustrations and celebrations as we took our daily walk around City Island and then ate lunch in the breakroom. Amy coached me in the details of my job, and provided an excellent sounding board for my many questions. Christina was curious about me and made me feel welcome by asking questions and encouraging me in my new adventure. Robin taught me the ropes of working a room, identifying prospects, and building professional relationships.

Together we traveled the state and witnessed many drunken men make fools of themselves. There are so many memorable stories and personalities that we could never begin to recount them all, but we still enjoy a laugh about “cheeseball guy” or “cream cheese guy.” And, ocassionally, I suspect, we each chuckle when we think about situations that make us want to put a butter knife in our eye.

Now, nine years later, three of us have moved on to new jobs at new places. We see each other about twice a year, and we’re never at a shortage for things to catch up on. Last night, we got together for the first time in 2009, and I’m certain that not more than 10 seconds of silence passed!

I was reminded again what a blessing these girls are in my life. How wonderful of God to provide three lovely, caring souls at a time when I was in need of friends. How great to meet Christian women in an enviroment that can be very selfish and corrupt. These girls, known affectionately as the “beacons,” were truly bright lights for me in a time that could have been deep with darkness. What a blessing to know the company of great friends when I didn’t even know where to bank, grocery shop, or take my dry cleaning.

Somtimes I need reminded that God provides. Most of the time I think I can do a better job (I can’t) or that he can’t be trusted (He can). Thankfully, he hasn’t given up on me yet. Instead, he has continued to provide — wonderful friends, a loving church family, a terrific husband.