“You can’t judge a book by its cover.” Well, technically you can… and I do. Often. I also judge books by their titles, but that is not the point. I think the point here is you SHOULDN’T judge a book by its cover. You also can’t judge a Sniper by its camouflage. To judge a Sniper by its camouflage left me with adjectives like goody two shoes, nauseatingly perky, overly friendly, preppy, holier than thou, and overachiever just to name a few.
I had known who Sniper was probably as long as I could remember. We live in a small town and everyone knows everyone else. She was younger than me and therefore I wasn’t obligated to acknowledge the presence of the lower classmen; it didn’t help matters she was a cheerleader (I am anti-cheerleader). Looking back we were pretty bitchy in school… and for absolutely no reason. Sniper is not the only who caught the end of the bitch stick upside the face in the Edwards County School system.
Much like many of the books I have overlooked because of their cover that I later make my way back to because of a recommendation or just because I’ve had nothing else to read, I also found my way back to Sniper. It was a God sent opportunity to re-evaluate an opinion that was made 10 years prior. I know it was God sent because only God could arrange our paths crossing and the completely unexpected, from the outside looking in unreasonable friendship that started in 2011. Sniper has a very carefully constructed camouflage. A camouflage of happiness to hide the disease that has stolen her hearing, to cover the fear and anxiety, to cover the inner struggles with family, with ghosts of bitchy high school girls bent on making her cower in fear and loathing. I, on the other hand, have a carefully constructed camouflage of fierceness, of someone who doesn’t take any crap off of anybody. Judging a Sniper by its camouflage and comparing it to your own is a bit like comparing Real Tree to Mossy Oak… it can be done, but it is really just pointless. Camouflage is camouflage, a cover is a cover and you never know what is underneath it.
The Sniper is in fact a timid, God fearing woman who longs to connect to her inner fierceness and unleash it on the world. I tell her to find her inner brunette. This particular Sniper has fire in her veins, longs to suck the marrow from life and is a fiercely loyal friend. Someone who when life has drug you to the bottom of the pond can with one simple message breathe life back into you. Her bruised knees (http://onbruisedknees.wordpress.com) come from a faith in God that only someone who has depended on Him for years to survive the wrong end of the bitch stick… they come from someone who spends time with her God not only praying for her strength but the strength and wisdom of her husband and sister, and for those friends she clings to for dear life. She struggles with living far from those who understand her the most (with the exception of her husband), with not having a group of women to study with, to gather with, she longs to create, to write, to live inspired, to inspire others. She has taught me to look at the good in life, to see the beauty in the small things. She encourages me to create, to write, to play saxophone, to find a job I enjoy. Her messages are always sent with love, with the amazing gift of God’s perfect timing in them. She understands the things in my soul that I struggle with, that I long for. She has been fiercely loyal and more supportive than I could have asked for during the past five months. She is someone I thankfully went back to and saw past the camouflage. She thankfully sees through my camouflage. And with this friendship that goes beyond the layers we use to hide from the world, I like to think, and I’m going to use her words here, we are able to encourage one another to smile a little more, live our joy-filled lives and do every other thing we want to do because we can and with God’s help we can both most certainly be free.