This applies to more than friendships with women. It applies to marriage, child-raising, and all manner of things. People are what you believe them to be.
If we dare to meet your eyes at this moment, it would help so much if we could see in them that you respect us – not because of what we’ve done or left undone, but because we are fellow humans going through the worst days of our lives.
I am the light you cannot see, searching, piercing – not the mild sunlight of a summer day or the glimmer of candle and firelight, but the unescapable blaze of a streetlight on a deserted parking lot when all around is darkness.
I love you.
The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not have needs
He maketh me to be just fine, thank you, and I have it covered
What you said did not hurt me and what you did does not make me angry
But I have a friend you could pray for, she is really having a hard time…
Held in warmth and darkness, the embryos await the light
Grow whole and plump out of the broken
Push their rumpled heads out of the night
Let’s say that the mister and missus are going outside to dig in the yard. Maybe she needs a new flowerbed, or maybe the septic system is acting up again. One of their two shovels is a little unwieldy; the other is the perfect size, strong and reliable, with a comfortable handle grip.
WHO GETS THE BETTER SHOVEL?
You wouldn’t believe how much talk time fits around chores, and conversely, how the work flies with a friend. But you’ll have to let it be a little messy.
What is wrong with me if she doesn’t like me? What does she say behind my back? Why am I always the instigator?
Is it possible to hold too high a standard in forming friendships? How do you know if you are?
Today my friendships feel rich, though sometimes spread too thin. But these are the stories I think of when I hear yours.
I observe that in spite of our relational bumps, the overwhelming majority of us have people in our lives whom we can trust with our darkest stuff.