The Good People

The ones who remember the littlest things, and for far longer than they needed to.

The ones who see you straight to your core.

The ones who break bread with you and clink glasses with you.

The ones who ask gutsy questions and aren't satisfied with shallow answers.

The ones who shatter standards and expectations to blow you away.

The ones who are bold and clear with their words, leaving the games for kids.

The ones who speak truth unashamedly and wrapped up in deep love.

The ones who check in and never check out. 

The ones who stay.

The ones who let you cry, and let you see them cry.

The ones who pray for you and over you and with you and about you.

The ones who raise hands in praise beside you.

The ones who inspire you, push you, challenge you, motivate you, cheer you on, support you.

The ones who swap stories.

The ones who reach out instead of pulling away.

The ones who fight.

The ones who love.

The ones who see.

The ones who know.

The ones who understand.

The ones who commit.

The ones who are loyal.

The ones who are faithful.

They are the good people.

Rachel Dawson