Allyson Pimentil and I met freshman year at Baylor University 28 years ago. She was a Houston girl; I was from small-town Lubbock. But right away, I knew she was my kind of person.
She had big hair too (hey, it was the eighties) and was an amazing listener. She had the most beautiful dorm room, with a few Bible verses strategically posted on the walls. “I do the same thing,” I said.
She grinned. “Good reminder that God’s with us in all things, right?” We roomed together our last two years, our fridge and mirrors covered with inspiring passages.
After graduation, Allyson went back to Houston. I moved to D.C. Phone calls kept us connected. We were bridesmaids for each other, flew to help with new babies. Still, I wished we could see each other more often.
In 2007, my husband, Dave, landed an interview for a senior pastor position in Houston. We flew down and I visited my old Baylor roomie.
While our kids played (we have seven between us) we talked about everything in our lives–except the possibility of my family moving to Houston. But Allyson heard the hopes I didn’t dare to voice, and prayed for them to come true.
Dave got the job. Every Thursday now, Allyson and I meet halfway between our houses for lunch. We share, we laugh, we cry. Most of all, we give thanks for a friendship that, unlike our big hair, has stood the test of time.
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