Heft. Clunk. Heft. Clunk. Heft. Clu-clunk! Four flights of stairs with one heavy suitcase. I was in India, and the taxi driver had just dropped us off at our team leader's flat. Beth reached for her key and swung back the metal grate. We rounded the corner, and four faces met us. Teammates who had already arrived. I scanned faces, and hers met me with a wide smile. She had an eagerness and a joy that reached out to me, welcomed me. I hoped that she would be my roommate. I sent an earnest telepathy to Beth. "Please, please, put me with Sheila."
Boys, food we missed in America, college stories, friends at home, questions, heartaches, theology, good books...nothing remained untouched, and we grew so close in four months that I knew I had a heart friend for life.
I love you so much, Sheila. Thank you for your friendship, given unconditionally, even in the darkest season of my life. Your loyalty, faithfulness, and wisdom were buoys to me. You are a beautiful woman, my friend, and I have no doubt that you and Joel, together, will shake the world in all the best ways.