In Seminary, I made two friends early on: Kyle and Joelinda.
Kyle and I bonded over a love of Church History and musical theater. Joelinda and I bonded over being women who loved Theology and oxford shirts. These two have become two of my dearest friends. Our first two years of Seminary were pretty low-key and they were pretty platonic until something shifted. In fact, they hosted a whole dang seminar on singleness–together. It was called “Are the chaste a waste?” This is not a joke.
Last winter, I got a text from Kyle: they were official.
Not gonna lie, I immediately called him and shouted, “I’m sorry, what?!”
It was maybe one of the best surprises of our lives.
Theirs is a love that grew slowly. Two friends who became best friends and then one day looked at each other and said, “Let’s try this out.”
It has been an honor to watch them continue to grow closer to Jesus and one another. To see them fall in love. The Chattanooga boy and the Georgia peach bring southern love and comfort into everything that they do. I have no doubt that their marriage will be just as sweet.
I loved having the excuse to run around Boston and the North Shore of Massachusetts with these two, telling stories and carrying on about everything from life dreams to how hard ministry can be and how excited/nervous we are over what’s next.
These friends are kind, includers, truth-tellers and I thank God we met. We’ve walked through all kinds of library exhaust, late-night snacks, epic blizzards, car accidents, break-ups, firsts and our first year of post-seminary life together and I know that these two are a force to be reckoned with.
Kyle will one day be a doctor; he’s starting his Ph.D. in the Fall.
Joelinda loves students and pastoral care more than most people I know.
And when they say, “I do” on a warm night in Savannah, Georgia this summer, it’ll be the start of a whole new adventure that I cannot wait to third-wheel through.