I love weekends. It means I can sleep all I want and I can stay up real late and watch all the good movies on TV. After work I enjoy closing off the ringer on the phone, locking the door and just relaxing . It feels so good to shut out the world and go into complete silence.
I love weekends. For me, Friday is the end of my work week and the beginning of flex time. Not that weekends are do-nothing days; but the doing is different, and somehow that makes it better.
Saturdays have also become my time to have coffee and maybe even brunch with girlfriends. That’s one of the major reasons they’re such good days. Every woman needs girlfriends, but let’s define the term. A girlfriend is not just any kind of friend. “Close acquaintance” certainly doesn’t qualify. It’s pretty much a sin to even compare the two. And the mere thought of being pretentious, self-protective, or non-vulnerable is justification for excommunication in the real live girlfriend arena. The term is reserved for several really close, free-to-be-me kind of friends. You know, the ones you can be obnoxious with one minute and spiritually profound the next. And they’re perfectly okay with either or both…..even in the same sentence. 
We chatted, griped about our newest wrinkles, drank too much coffee, sampled each other’s pastry without permission, and laughed about nothing. We lifted our mugs to celebrate a friend’s breakthrough.
Life is full of mysteries. In fact, I’m finally coming to the place where I’m okay not knowing a lot of things about it. I know enough. I know God is love. I know He loves me. I know He wants me to BE love. I know I love my family, and they love me. And I know I desperately need my girlfriends, and amazingly, they need me, too.

And that’s why I love weekends.































