One of my closest friends in high school wore birkenstocks and flip flops year round, snow or rain, mud or ice. She didn’t seem to mind. She also liked to eat marshmallow fluff straight from the jar. She was an alto 2. She had big dreams of marrying a boy back home, and smaller dreams that got her into all sorts of trouble. And she had a bright blue betta fish in her dorm room named after some obscure character from the Lord of the Rings novels. I remember her most as radiant in the mornings, when her long brown hair was tangled and reckless. To me she was instantly and infinitely nostalgic, the perfect concoction of sadness and sunshine.
I thought of her today, for absolutely no reason at all. And then I thought to myself that it might be a better form of prayer, to think about people we have loved in this life, than to keep asking things of God for ourselves.