A few years ago, a friend of mine was in town and invited me to hang out with him at a recording studio. He’s been grinding in the music industry since we were in college so, I have great appreciation for his position and success at this point in life.
When you go to a recording studio, you never really know who you’ll see. This particular time, Wale was putting finishing touches on an album soon to be released.
When I arrived, my friend met me outside and we of course wasted no time–we immediately began reminiscing and cracking jokes. Once we made it inside, we played catch up for a while then we went back to the studio where Wale was recording. Without hesitation, my friend proceeded with the following introduction: “Wale, this is my friend Veronica. We went to college together. She’s a good girl!”
I ALMOST PASSED OUT!
And not because I was starstruck. I couldn’t believe I was being referred to as a “Good Girl!” That was a label I was previously unfamiliar and had never been associated with. I’d been called a lot of things. Some of them even complimentary but GOOD wasn’t one of them. I was so proud in that moment. Not only because I understood the underlying reasons he needed to make that distinction, rather I was honored that my friend, having full knowledge of my colorful past, was able to see that I am indeed a new creation (2 Cor 5:17).
And in that moment, I felt redeemed. In a cloud of weed smoke, I was redeemed. Go figure!