I have a friend who says that one of her New Year’s Resolutions for 2014 is simply to be a better friend. Now … it’s difficult for me to believe that it’s even possible for this girl to be a better friend because she is much, much more than awesome. She is caring, consistent, loving and kind every day and in every way.
She is a good listener and a servant.
She laughs at my jokes and has been known to cry with me on occasion.
She is always ready for a girlfriend date but doesn’t intrude or presume upon my time.
She prays with me … calls me higher … sends me Scriptures … and is one of my chief defenders.
Who could ask for anything more?!
The gift of a truly caring friend is a rare and priceless gift. In your entire lifetime … you may only be given 5 true friends or perhaps 10 friends who are loyal friends … friends who bleed for you … cheer for you … and cry with you.
From the day I was old enough to run across my grandmother’s backyard to Annie Scroger’s house … I have loved having friends.
Annie and I had matching bikes when she was in the third grade and I was in second grade. They were pink and white Schwinn bicycles. Mine cost $32. I remember.
I remember playing dolls and wearing our mother’s old bridesmaid dresses while dancing with imaginary princes.
I remember playing school with Denise Dix and taking turns being the teacher, writing on the miniature chalkboard and sitting one another in the corner.
I remember planning birthday events with Karla and the youthful addiction to staying up all night at pajama parties.
I remember reading the same book at the same time with the redheads who lived across the street and around the corner and then crying together at the end of the book because the story was over.
I remember playing endless games of Monopoly, Scrabble and Clue.
I remember going on long walks with Diane and dreaming of the prom, wedding dresses and babies yet to come.
Girlfriends … what a treasure this side of heaven!
It was during my high school years that I had a defining moment concerning friendship. I realized that being a friend was not cultivated so much in what you did together but it was in how you treated one another.
Bike rides, Monopoly games and baby dolls faded in importance as I observed the way that girls treated each other. I longed for a friend who I could trust … who wouldn’t gossip about me … who was faithful in difficult days and in good days … who wouldn’t betray me.
In a world of high school flirtations, drama queens and uncertain motivation, the Lord gave me a handful of girls who knew right from wrong … who knew the value of keeping a secret … and who were faithful.
Susie … Patti … Mary Ann … Diane … thank you for being my friends during the turbulent high school years. You were … and still are … a treasured gift.
And now … in my adult years … the focus of friendship is not on doing or even on being … but is on becoming.
I long for friends who will pray for me and I for them. I long for women in my life who will call me higher and show me what the Bible says.
I long for women who value Fruit more than feelings and esteem faith over facts.
I deeply appreciate women who aren’t afraid to accompany me through fierce storms and walk through fires with me.
I celebrate women who speak truth, sprinkle it with love, and call it “encouragement”.
Friendship, for me, in this season of life is more than pedicures, lunch dates and giggle fests.
It is infinitely more than chick flicks, accessorizing and commiserating.
Friendship is partnership in the Gospel.
Friendship is a twinship in prayer and in purpose.
I’d rather have a friend who shared a Bible verse with me than a recipe or a sale brochure any day!
The call of friendship is found in a woman who is determined that both you and she will walk in divine destiny not in mediocrity.
A valued friend will go to battle with you and for you. She will roll up her sleeves, get on her knees and shout while the battle rages and the enemy fires.
Now … that’s a woman I’d love to go to lunch with! And who knows … maybe we will even take time to get a pedicure!
I’d love to hear about your friends … from childhood … high school … and now. What is the lesson that God has taught you about being a friend?