Thr Comfort of Friendship

Friendship, rare to find,

Is a treasure of comfort

A touch of divine.

A friend is who shares

In the good thoughts and bad

Who helps you be stable

When moments are bad.

So easy to forget

When problems are here

That they can help share

They can help feel

And gather your thoughts up

And organize them.

This is the wonder

And joy of a friend.❤

The Blessings of Friendship

I am so very honored to have a best friend of 40 years!! She has been my best friend since we were 3, and we went to church and school together. And we have been a short bike ride and we’ve been hundreds of miles apart from each other but it never takes but a prayer or voice on the phone or text to bring us right back to the running conversation. And we miss Jody, who used to be one of us, but we are thankful for each other. We have unique issues we pray over each other about. And we have sometimes been weak in our faith at different times and helped encourage each other in the truth. And I am eternally thankful to God for the blessing of her in my life. We needed each other and still do.  God always provides. I am so very glad He does!!! Thank you, Shawn, for being the constant human in my life, best friend second only to Jesus! Love you!❤

Seeing an Old Friend

I think sometimes God puts someone fresh in your mind because something is left undone with them or to let you know they will be headed your way soon. Well, this happened recently in a dream and some random thoughts through the day and today we randomly met up at a park. Well, because of the Holy Spirit preparing me, I was ready and knew what to say and what he needed to hear. It is beautiful how God works out unresolved or unfinished business in the right timing when we are ready for it and the other person is ready for it. And God continues to amaze me every day. I love Him so much to take care of the little nagging details of our lives to promote growth and peace and show love. He is so very good! ❤❤❤

When People Lie

I accept everyone as they are. Of course if you mess up, there are consequences and it should be that way in society for things to make sense. But I am in redibly imperfect so never judge anyone. I love people having lives of their own, following their dreams, living life fully, being themselves. I know varity is the spice of life. And I am open and honest, maybe too much so. And here is the thing. I am okay with anything, don’t judge and love unconditionally (that’s really all I’ve got, people, my gifts) AND I appreciate the courtesy of the truth back. I deal in truth because truth is my preference. I would rather have truth than have the incomplete story or half truths. It is like a slap in the face and a complete ignorance of who I am. If anyone truly knew me and understand me, they know I do not scold, I accept. I do not argue, I listen. I do not punish or turn away, I love and accept. But I want the full story. How on earth can I be what is needed if I only am told half of the picture? It also makes me realize that my intelligence is not fully understood either because the thing about truth tellers and open people is that they know the truth language so well that half truths/lies stick out like a beacon. I already know. I knew from the start. Truth dealers deal in truth, so lies are sensed, even if the precise details are not as obvious. Please do the honor of trusting the loving friendship and my intelligence enough to speak truth frankly with me. I promise to listen and continue to love. And this is the plea of my heart tonight and every night that has ever happened and every night that will. Let me love you. Friend, let someone love you. I am not squeamish, I don’t run at the sight of fear, lies, sin, pride, struggles, ideas and rather like also sharing triumphs, plans, ideas, beliefs, good times, etc. But I would love the huonor of the truth so I can help in the right way and show love truly. That is all.

On Valentine’s Day

I always hated Valentine’s Day. There’s a confession for you. Why did I hate it? Because I was always either single or married to men who really did not appreciate Valentine’s Day as a valid thing or day to celebrate love at all. It was just another day. That bothers me for the same reason my birthday brothers me. I want it to be an enormous deal but apparently I am the only one who feels that way. 🙂 Now don’t get me wrong, I get a few gifts and Birthday wishes trickling in from friends and family here and there and my best friend always loves on me for my birthday, but for Valentine’s Day (2 days prior to my birthday), it has always been a desert wasteland. The problem is that I am a secret romantic and want romance in life and am never is a position to be romanced, it seems. So, Valentine’s Day in general has always been a sad moment, a time of seeing other women getting roses and jewelry (not that those things are necessary) and I don’t even get a card. And there is my life. Evidently “strong”, independent women appear to not need romance in their lives, don’t need to be made to feel important enough to get a small gift and a “thank you for being in my life”. So this year, expected pretty much the same romantic neglect for this romantic commercial holiday and I find myself instead looking at a sweet little gift from a sweet beloved friend and a spark of hope ignites. Maybe acknowledgement from a loved one suffices and can take the place of a long time of cringing at the thought of another disappointing Valentine’s Day. Maybe one dear friend can lift the curse just by encouraging the heart. And maybe we who have always had that trepidation over this holiday can lift each other up and just acknowledge our place in the world. Maybe we could all enjoy this coveted romantic but deeply unnerving day more. It worked for me this year. One friend can make a huge difference. Long live our true loved friends!