Moving towns multiple times leaves friends behind like taking a beautiful handful of fresh picked daisies. The roots are still in the ground. They stay behind. The new folk are lovely, kind and welcoming. But they haven’t left their beginnings somewhere else. They are still attached. They don’t need us in quite the same way we need them.
Or maybe if we had more time and energy we’d get to know them better? Maybe if we could keep up with them it would help?
This different kind of friendship thing is blessing that goes deep. An answer to a lonely heart’s desire. A God who sees. And hears. And knows.
We chat and laugh. Sometimes we cry. We share our hearts. We are real with one another. Raw even. We pray. We rejoice. We encourage.
We may never get to embrace this side of heaven. We have never met. And though I long to behold them in the flesh, to sip tea without a monitor in between - these friendships are just as real and precious as any.
Now, your turn…