What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get high with a little help from my friends,
Going to try with a little help from my friends.-Billy Shears
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get high with a little help from my friends,
Going to try with a little help from my friends.-Billy Shears
Tonight I shared a cup of coffee with this girl who grew right into my heart. We first met years ago when she was a young girl and I was just 20 years old. Our lives intersected through her grandparents. Somewhere along the way God placed her right into my heart where she grew to be my heart-daughter. We share memories that bring both tears and laughter. It had been 3/4 of a year since our last visit. Far too long.
I had dinner with some of my friends from high school a couple of weeks ago. These girls-along with one who couldn't make it-were my sanity during my high school years. We studied together, laughed together, ate junk food together, and watched lots of Saturday Night Live together (Party on, Wayne). We all agree that we need to get together more often. So much time passes all too quickly, and before we know it years stretch out between our visits.
When I was very young, someone once told me "if you want to have friends, you have to show yourself to be friendly." I wanted friends. I really really wanted friends, so I prayed and did my very best to be a friend to anyone who'd have me as their friend. God heard that small child's prayer, and I have been blessed throughout my lifetime with some great friends (I also include many family members who are also friends)
Some friends have come and gone. I have learned from them and hope they have learned something from me. It was a really hard thing for me to realize that not everyone comes in your life to stay. I would love it if that were true, but it's not realistic. This I have learned and have made peace with.
Some friends have been around for a really long time. These friends have seen the best of times and worst of times with me. These are the friends that drove my car home for me when I was admitted to the psychiatric hospital, came to visit me there, and most importantly didn't treat me any differently when I was released. I felt like the whole world thought I was crazy, and wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore. There were some friends that avoided me after my stays in the psych. hospital. But these girls, my friends, they treated me the same as always. We've been together through school and learning to drive a car and boyfriends and marriages and babies and heartache and hard times and good times and are still able to laugh and enjoy one another. It is a rare blessing for us all to stay in touch for so many years. For these friends, I am grateful
Some friends are more recent. We've shared child rearing advice and play dates and Bible studies and prayer groups and homeschooling ideas and Sunday afternoon gatherings and lots of tears and lots of laughter. It is a blessing to have made so many friends who want to walk out this life with me. For these friends, I am grateful.
There are friends we pour our heart and soul out to and they gather us up, hold us close and pour right back into us so we don't run dry. There are friends who trust us enough to share the broken pieces of their life with us and we scoop them up and march them straight to the throne of grace. We place them at the feet of Jesus, who is the only one who can piece them together, and we pick up each piece and hand it to Jesus until the work is finished. There are friends who listen tirelessly as we cry and yell and scream and they look us right in the face and speak truth and grace and love to us. They hold us up when we can not stand for one more minute. They make us laugh when we only want to cry. They forgive us when we have PMS and are beyond crabby. They support us even when we head off in a different direction than they are walking. They love us. We love them. What a blessing it is to have and be a friend. For these friends, I am so grateful.
So many days seem to be passing so quickly and I find myself with less time than I have things I need to do. I don't have the time to spend with my friends the way I'd like to. There are precious friends of mine that I haven't seen in so long. There never seems to be enough time during this season of my life. There is always so many things to do, children's sports and work and schooling and and and... Somehow I'd like to stop it all, just for a little while and catch up with those friends I haven't seen in a while. We always part with the promise to not wait so long to meet up again, but the years seem to pass us all right on by.
I'm grateful for facebook and email which have shortened miles and helped keep the connection I have with many friends. I'm grateful for each friend I've had in my life-whether you've come and gone, or come and stayed. I'm grateful for those friends who have seen the deepest parts of my heart and held me and prayed with me. I'm grateful for those friends who trust me enough to share their hearts with me. God has sprinkled my path of life with just the right people at just the right time, so I could love and be loved, so I could have friends and be a friend to others. For this, I am so very grateful.
Thanks for reading.
I had dinner with some of my friends from high school a couple of weeks ago. These girls-along with one who couldn't make it-were my sanity during my high school years. We studied together, laughed together, ate junk food together, and watched lots of Saturday Night Live together (Party on, Wayne). We all agree that we need to get together more often. So much time passes all too quickly, and before we know it years stretch out between our visits.
When I was very young, someone once told me "if you want to have friends, you have to show yourself to be friendly." I wanted friends. I really really wanted friends, so I prayed and did my very best to be a friend to anyone who'd have me as their friend. God heard that small child's prayer, and I have been blessed throughout my lifetime with some great friends (I also include many family members who are also friends)
Some friends have come and gone. I have learned from them and hope they have learned something from me. It was a really hard thing for me to realize that not everyone comes in your life to stay. I would love it if that were true, but it's not realistic. This I have learned and have made peace with.
Some friends have been around for a really long time. These friends have seen the best of times and worst of times with me. These are the friends that drove my car home for me when I was admitted to the psychiatric hospital, came to visit me there, and most importantly didn't treat me any differently when I was released. I felt like the whole world thought I was crazy, and wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore. There were some friends that avoided me after my stays in the psych. hospital. But these girls, my friends, they treated me the same as always. We've been together through school and learning to drive a car and boyfriends and marriages and babies and heartache and hard times and good times and are still able to laugh and enjoy one another. It is a rare blessing for us all to stay in touch for so many years. For these friends, I am grateful
Some friends are more recent. We've shared child rearing advice and play dates and Bible studies and prayer groups and homeschooling ideas and Sunday afternoon gatherings and lots of tears and lots of laughter. It is a blessing to have made so many friends who want to walk out this life with me. For these friends, I am grateful.
There are friends we pour our heart and soul out to and they gather us up, hold us close and pour right back into us so we don't run dry. There are friends who trust us enough to share the broken pieces of their life with us and we scoop them up and march them straight to the throne of grace. We place them at the feet of Jesus, who is the only one who can piece them together, and we pick up each piece and hand it to Jesus until the work is finished. There are friends who listen tirelessly as we cry and yell and scream and they look us right in the face and speak truth and grace and love to us. They hold us up when we can not stand for one more minute. They make us laugh when we only want to cry. They forgive us when we have PMS and are beyond crabby. They support us even when we head off in a different direction than they are walking. They love us. We love them. What a blessing it is to have and be a friend. For these friends, I am so grateful.
So many days seem to be passing so quickly and I find myself with less time than I have things I need to do. I don't have the time to spend with my friends the way I'd like to. There are precious friends of mine that I haven't seen in so long. There never seems to be enough time during this season of my life. There is always so many things to do, children's sports and work and schooling and and and... Somehow I'd like to stop it all, just for a little while and catch up with those friends I haven't seen in a while. We always part with the promise to not wait so long to meet up again, but the years seem to pass us all right on by.
I'm grateful for facebook and email which have shortened miles and helped keep the connection I have with many friends. I'm grateful for each friend I've had in my life-whether you've come and gone, or come and stayed. I'm grateful for those friends who have seen the deepest parts of my heart and held me and prayed with me. I'm grateful for those friends who trust me enough to share their hearts with me. God has sprinkled my path of life with just the right people at just the right time, so I could love and be loved, so I could have friends and be a friend to others. For this, I am so very grateful.
Thanks for reading.
