Women hate it, yet it is with us wherever we go. Drama is like an unsightly wart on your finger. You burn it off, you cut it off, you nibble it off when no one's looking. Hopefully it's in a spot that your teeth can reach or then you have your husband get involved. And just when you think it’s gone for good, Pop! there she is again, smoking a cigarette with a couple of wart babies next to her. So you learn to accept the wart, befriend the wart, and respect the wart. You tiptoe around it as best as you can so as to be careful not to arouse her. But you know she is coming. And oh, she is coming, like a crazed witch flying through the air on her broomstick with yellow teeth outlined by black coffee grits. Drama is coming for you.
Over the next few years, He would use this relationship between two selfish, self-centered girls to teach us what it meant to bend our sharp, rigid quills. He would use us in each other’s lives to refine us, purify us, and change us into people different than who we once were. He didn’t allow us to quit as so many people end up choosing to do.
"So we are stuck together," Anita said as she walked into my classroom during lunch break. "Yeah, I know," I responded while taking a deep breath.
"We might as well make this work," she said.
We would have to figure it out, this communication thing. I would have to stop provoking her. She would have to stop screaming and yelling at me. I would have to stop saying to her, "Get out of my face. I will talk to you when you calm down." She would have to learn to talk with her "inside voice". And I would need to stop pushing my hand up to her face to make her disappear.
Could God put certain people in our lives just to grow us? Absolutely.
Through all of those conflicts we had, He taught two young women so much about themselves, about each other, about life, and about what selflessness really is. During the upcoming years we would experience tons of tears, discussions, and eventually tons of laughter again. Our friendship, in the end, was restored.
Sad to think,