What is a Chicken Huppy?*

It is a rare week when I only see Sarah once. The kids in my neighborhood all know Miss Sarah and happily recognize her car when she comes over (if you don’t usually follow links I put up, this one is worth the click. you gotta see this car).

Sarah brings her apron with her when she comes here and she suits up with me to get to work. We make assembly lines and slap together pb&j’s like regular sous chefs. Dishes are washed, trash taken out, laundry hung, children fed, snacks parceled out, cup after cup of water is poured. All this is done with laughter and comradery when I have my all important colleague with me.

She almost never comes over without a box of something for me, my home, or these kids. Her mission field is different than mine and yet so very compatible. She is a traveling servant. Her children are daily witnesses to her work, and you can see it in how they interact with other kids.

I love me some Sarah. Sometimes I wish I had a water cooler so we could stand by it and sip water and talk about our mutual field work.

“Yep, today was a toughie. THREE clients backed out of my deal to get the beds made and it was all on me to make things happen before the Big Boss man came in the door.”

“And did you git ‘er done?”

(sips water reflectively)

“You know I did. Also managed to splash on some perfume and give my teeth a once over with a tooth brush before his car hit the driveway.”

(High Five!)

Then the cups get tossed in the waste basket (recycling bin, whatever) and we tighten our aprons to get back to work.

Sarah is the one who got me into blogging. She is also the one who got me to eat green beans for dinner and dance in a parking lot just last night. She has been my dear friend for a long time, but she is more now than ever my colleague and I wanted to give her some mad props. Everyone needs a Sarah friend. But you can’t have mine. You’ll have to find another one. She’s already spread pretty thin.

*You’ll have to go to Sarah’s blog to find out what a Chicken Huppy is.