Thursday, April 17, 2003

Why I Love My Roommate Part One (because I have 2) by Toya

Quite often, I have looked at Tia and have been reminded of the awesome sovereignty and genius of God. God is amazing at giving us what we need before we even know we need it. Over a year ago, I was living outside of Nashville and had to move out of my apartment FAST. Everyday, I was in the mirror reciting Philippians 4:19 “And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus…- And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus… “ I didn’t know what I was going to do. My credit was jacked up and I was NOT going back to New Jersey. One day, Tia came over and asked me about my naturally curly hair and from then we started talking about our current situations. She needed a job while our other roommate and I needed a place to crash. In a matter of days, we moved in.

I really didn’t think that I was going to see Tia a lot. After all, whenever I saw her at church, she was by herself and seemed to always be on the go. So I just chalked this up as strictly a living situation. She looked like she wanted her space and I didn’t want to impose. She was quiet and I am anything but. She was responsible and anal to a fault (her words, not mine), and I am day to day, la di da, can never find a pair of matching socks. Then, something divine happened: I was moving into my new room, which was her old room and discovered that Tia, like myself, is a weird black girl.

Weird black girls can usually identify each other immediately so when I saw that she owns a copy of the movie “Girls Just Want to Have Fun”, I started to think something was up. I looked further and saw she had all the classics; “Say Anything”, “Some Kind of Wonderful”, “Better Off Dead”, “The Breakfast Club.” By this time, I was uncontrollably nosy and went in her CD collection. We had almost the exact same diverse CD collection and the CD’s that she owned but I didn’t, I had been planning to get. I remember smiling to myself and thinking that this had to be a God thing.

Before long, Tia got a job where I was currently working and came in my office to ask if I had any CD’s. As she went through my CD’s, she asked if I had borrowed any of hers. Surprised, I said no. Yes, I was bold enough to snoop through her stuff but not crazy enough to take it without her permission. “ Umm, is this Jon B’s FIRST CD”, Tia asked. “Yeah, that junk is waaaay underrated. One of my favorite CD’s of all time.” “And you didn’t borrow this from me?” she asked. “No”, I replied. “ And this Sting, Fields of Gold CD isn’t mine either, huh?” “No, not at all.” She asked the same question a few more times while looking through my collection which consisted of The Police, Mary J Blige, Seal, Duran Duran, and NKOTB (hey, who amongst us has no guilty pleasures?) and each time I answered no. She scrunched up her face and walked out of the room.

Before long we found that we had so much more in common and so many things not in common i.e. sloppiness and my love for Michael Jackson and her attention to detail and love for the Spice Girls. Also, we discovered that music and movies weren’t the only things we have in common. We both struggle to get out of under mediocrity. We both strive for God’s plan for our lives which we know is better than anything we could ever dream up for ourselves. We are both incredibly hard on ourselves, and we both get restless in this landlocked state of Tennessee and long to be in Southern California with the skaters and surfers. Tia has taught me a lot about how to grow up and I have helped her bring out her inner rock star. Neither of us saw this coming or knew that we needed each other but God did. We check each other on things with bluntness. We are on each other’s side even if we are the ones in the wrong. We laugh hard with each other and pray hard for each other. This is the stuff great friendships are made of.

Next month, we will catch Def Leppard in concert in Nashville. No doubt, while we are both singing Love Bites at the top of our lungs, I will look over at Tia and once again silently thank God for His precious gift to me.

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