“Two are better than one because they have a good return for their labor. For if either of them falls, the one will lift up his companion. But woe to the one who falls when there is not another to lift him up.” Ecclesiastes 4:9-10
It had been almost a year since we had last connected. 30+ years of friendship, miles apart, lifetimes of changes and yet we began as though we had never pushed pause.
This is friendship.
I have known her since sleepovers.
I have known her since barbie dolls.
I have known her since awkward everything.
I have known her through boyfriends, battles, hopes, dreams, heartbreak and all the in-between.
Our lives have gone in different directions, even different continents and yet with all of the changes, years and differences, we still manage to come back to a place of being completely and utterly real, comfortable and at home with one another.
In the busyness that is mom-world I forget about me a lot.
I forget that I need to laugh.
I forget that I need to be listened to.
I forget that I need to be silly and childish, too.
I forget that I need to be understood.
My friend brought me back to me the other day.
She brought me back to the core of who I am. She brought me back to the place in me that is completely vulnerable and at ease with who I am, the good and the not-there-yet. She brought me back to that place of just being a girl who needs a friend.
In our two hour conversation she brought me back to those places through laughter and tears and understanding – but what she didn’t realize is that she helped me be more open to allowing others in, too.
She reminded me how good it is to have friendship and to let it have you.
God has given me great friendships but I have always held parts of me back. I don’t mean to hold back but I do it anyway. Maybe it’s fear of being misunderstood or rejected or just overall insecurity. I’m realizing it doesn’t mean others can’t be allowed in; I need my friends.
I need friends who I can be me with.
I need friends who I can be honest, fun, crazy, scared, open and messy with.
I need to be allowed to be both broken and together.
I need my friends. God has given them to me as gifts and I need to hold on to them the way I allow them to hold on to me.
My friend took me back. She took me back to when friendship was a basic need of life at the age of 6, 16 and now. She reminded me that the Lord has provided friendships for me at every stage and every age.
He provided friends to jump rope with in childhood, to stumble through the tumultuous teen years, to wander with through college years, to share the starry eyed young married years, to walk through years of restoration, to understand the infertility years, to fumble through the motherhood years.
There has always been someone.
Friendship is precious. God brings someone for every season, for different parts of our story and different parts of who we are. Each friend is so very instrumental in how God reveals Himself to us. I cherish the friends God has given me from both yesterday and today. I long to be more open to letting friendship have more of me.
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