I just discovered I really don’t have a lot of photos of all of my friends in my community. Maybe I can remedy that over the next few weeks. So, if you’re not here, it’s because I don’t have a photo with you. Let’s fix that.
I love having friends.
I really love having close friends – people that I can call in a moment’s notice if I need help, guidance, or just someone to chat with while I’m driving home.
Friends are great.
You should get a few.
Over the last 6 years I’ve had the privilege of learning what real community looks like. This is where I’ve learned to be transparent. It’s where I’ve learned to show grace. It’s where I’ve learned to look past the initial response into the heart of someone, realizing that we are all wounded people on a path to healing and we sometimes act out of those wounds.
It’s been a great place.
Full of life.
Full of love.
Full of grace.
Full of friends.
Not those “I’ll be your friend only when you agree with me” kind of friends.
I don’t need any more of those in my life.
No. These friends are the ones who really walk out the following passages:
Proverbs 27:17 – The Message
You use steel to sharpen steel,
and one friend sharpens another.
Proverbs 27:6 – The Message
Wounds from a friend can be trusted.
But an enemy kisses you many times.
What does that mean? It’s simple, really. It means I have people in my life who are faithful to speak truth in love to me. Sometimes I want to hear it. Sometimes I don’t. It means I have people in my life who are in my corner all the time – not just when it’s convenient for them to be. It means that even when I need to hear something hard, something that will help me mature and become a better person, they speak it in such a way that I leave there feeling and knowing that they believe in me and love me.
That’s a friend.
I’ve been so blessed these last few years. So very blessed. And as our time draws near to move away and start a community of our own, I’m becoming a bit more reflective about what we have here and how much I’m thankful for it and how much I’m going to miss it.