My darling friend Miranda … Miranda Rachel Thompson … I’ve known this girl her whole life (slightly shorter than mine) and I just adore her … I wish I had grown up in AZ so we were better friends (I think I might be jealous of Kendra). She’s also my singular musical theatre friend in AZ and it’s so refreshing to talk to someone who can show me new shows to obsess over — also my only YOUNG scrapbooking friend … a breath of fresh air, let me tell you.
Last night I saw Miranda and some other women in a play of sorts … really a series of monologues — each woman wrote her own. Essentially the series was about seeing yourself as God sees you, and allowing yourself to be loved, and being happy in the place where you are, knowing that is where God wants you to be, whether it’s what you expected or not …
Miranda’s piece was the only one that really made me cry. This girl is truly amazing. 100% girl-crush on her. She’s beautiful and hilarious … fantastically talented — she sings all the time and even leads worship in church, she’s funny and captivating on stage, though last night was the first acting she’s done in years. She’s creative (a scrapbooker, and film buff). She is about to get her massage license, and is well on her way to a promising career that she enjoys. She’s so smart, so kind, so generous, and so much fun to be around. And yet — and I swear there must be a supernatural reason for this — she has never had a boyfriend. Just turned 21. We’re talking, not even a 2 month stint in high school. … I don’t know what it is….
So, her monologue, again written by her, is about how she had such great expectations for herself when she was younger … to be moved out of her parents house and married or at least engaged at 21. To maybe be angry with God for not giving her a more exciting, or hoped-for purpose. How hard must it be to be at such a place. It almost made feel guilty for being married, if it keeps me from relating to Miranda more … I love this girl and it just broke my heart to hear her hurting like that … even though, I know it was technically a fictional character, and Miranda doesn’t wallow in self-pity on a regular basis … there was still a lot of truth there that makes me wish there was more I could do for her. …
Anyway, Miranda, if you ever read this… . I love you. … I’m real proud of you. I hope you know that.
I have a great big crush on Miranda too…but mostly because shes really hot…;)