I love going to the beach with my BFF, Amy Marie.
I met her through our mutual friend Amy (yeah, that’s not confusing at all!) years ago. We’re talking more than 10 years ago. It wasn’t until our mutual friends either got married or moved away that we really became close friends.
I think it’s amazing how God puts two people together at their worst times to encourage each other.
One night we went to the movies to see our boy Leo, and Amy told me she needed to talk.
At first, I thought she wanted to talk about me. I wasn’t sure if she was going to judge me and tell me what a horrible friend I am.
I had no idea what she wanted to talk about.
Like good little bad-girls we ordered two Blizzards from Dairy Queen and walked down to the pier. We stopped and looked over the rail with Blizzards running down our hands and I was hit with this wall of silence. I was waiting for her to let go of her warning signs.
I know not everyone is like me. Amy needs time to share and think about what she’s going to say. So I waited.
The mellow sound of the waves mixed with a sweet treat in my tummy did not quite prepare me ….for….
stories of betrayal.
The hurtful words that came gushing out of her mouth until 3 AM in the morning…
This girl. This pretty girl that I was getting to know…my BFF in the making was so broken.
“I’m afraid if I tell you what I’ve really done—you’ll judge me…you’re the only one who knows what I’ve done.”
Amy knows I’ve been broken up with by two of my best girl friends very recently. One texted me that she was “done with me” and the other deleted me from Facebook, but not before sending me a nasty message. Amy knows she knows that she can tell me anything.
It was all I could do to super glue myself on the bench overlooking the ocean that night.
I wanted to give advice. Judge (the situation), and help her fix her boy troubles. But, that’s not what a BFF does. I reassured Amy that no matter what she shares…
It was that night on the beach, us dangling our feet from the bench that
she let me in.
She decided she had had enough of hiding. She needed to confess. Be healed. We’re not meant to hold in all that hurt. And I had no idea until she told me. Once I had the whole truth our relationship changed.
We grew closer.
This summer, Amy Marie and I have shared a couple firsts. She bought me my first San Diego Fair pass. We celebrated my birthday by going to see Switchfoot and One Republic with me.
I returned the favor by encouraging her as best as a BFF knows how. I even helped her clean out her room and sort through her mounds and mounds and mounds and mounds and mounds of clothes (I never knew a girl who named their clothes) when she had her first major surgery.
No matter what we share with each other I know I have a BFF looking out for me, praying for me, and wanting the best for me. That’s all I could ask for.
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