I got my septum pierced after having a fight with one of my closest friends. This seemingly extreme life choice was a need for a change, a revolution of “I’m mad and I’m going to do something about it.”
Maybe this wasn’t the healthiest choice I could have made in this time of easily made mistakes and judgeble errors, I realize. Yet six months later I still wear the mark, the scarlet letter, and have come into my own through the punk rock choice of revenge.
It was the first fight we’d ever had and I left my friend’s house in a mix of rage, sadness, and confusion. It was an argument which could have been easily avoided, mouth kept shut and feelings unresolved. Still, I’m happy to say that this needle through face inducing conversation ended up bringing us closer than ever.
I’m all in for vulnerability, which is something you’d know if you’ve been hanging around even for just a bit. My greatest goal is to share my life, no secrets kept, full disclosure, and full send ahead. And so, I don’t tell this story to bring anyone down. Some arguments, or heated discussions, are often no one’s fault and both parties are confused, frustrated, and left bitter by this unwarranted conversation.
I tell this story to explain my admiration of people who truly show the love of Christ. This friend, after said unwarranted and unsettling fight, could have thrown me off a cliff and
I wouldn’t have even been angry. In the moment I was more angry with myself, further explaining the self inflicted ring through nose.
To be pulled into an exchange which had been brought up over and over, just to wonder where this friendship had actually been headed over the last two years, one would be left distraught. And I was. And I’m sure they were. But God. One of my favorite phrases in the bible. Not that this friend is God, but wow they show the light of the Holy Spirit so clearly.
And I’m so incredibly thankful. To have a person in my life who shows me what it means to love someone through their mess. My friend never asked me, not once, to figure out my own crap before we could continue in friendship. There was a moment when some space was needed, but we still talk and share and love the other well. Possibly even better than before this fight. God has never asked me to figure out my crap before I could be His daughter. He’s asked me to step back and examine who I truly want to be, but that’s always been for the better. God takes me as I am, hole in septum and all, and so does this friend.
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