Friend, I've Messed Up

 

I'm not the woman that I thought I'd be in my fifties. Nor are my circumstances what I expected.

I'm a bit sadder and angrier than I thought I'd be, but I am more loved than I would have guessed.

While life goes on, change means that some friendships disappear. These relationships were more based on a love of shared career than of friendship. Close friends though do not leave us to wade through this mire alone.

Some friends connect despite distance and busyness and the cost of an international call. 

Some speak words of praise and encouragement knowing that the heart and mind has taken a battering. These words are healing and act as a fuel to try again for another day.

Some dare to hug and touch you, even the opposite sex, knowing the importance of personal touch when one has been deprived.

Some understand that there's a  part of us that cannot yet move forward but there is no criticism or correction. Just acceptance.

In friendship, there's knowledge that one has messed up life but they don't walk away. They see that Jesus is being formed within each of us and that we will make it.