A TRIBUTE TO FRIENDSHIP
I was lonely in my early twenties. And my mid twenties. And okay, my late twenties too. I'd moved out of state and lost contact with my high school friends then started my own family. My life was diapers and laundry puncutated with church and midnight feedings.
Kevin has always been Mr. Social, making friends where ever he goes, but opening myself to others has never been easy. Where are friends for me, Lord? I asked regularly.
Then I started writing and, one by one, my writing buddies entered my life. Mother Hen Colleen, always nurturing and protecting--whether we want her to or not. Gentle, spunky Diann whose humor that had me laughing until I cried a few nights ago (Okay, so it was late and I was a little slap-happy, but still.) Lovable, quirky Kristin who says what she thinks, unfiltered, and make us all wish we'd had the nerve to say it.
At first, our friendship was all about writing and critiquing, but before long, we were sharing more than our stories. We were sharing our lives. Now, I can't imagine mine without them. Where are friends for me, Lord? I'd asked. He stretched out his hands, nudged them into my life and said, "Here they are, beloved."