I am going to be calling a few people out this morning. Yep, I am naming names. Today there will be no where to hide if this blog is about you.
These girls are my oldest and my dearest friends. They are my best friends.
I used to think I didn’t really need friends to much. Like I could take them or leave them, but really, I would be o.k. without them. I mean I was grateful to have friends and I loved the ones I had but you know, hold on loosely and all that.
I have even have argued the point with my friend Laura. She just laughed at me and said “right”. LOL it’s what good friends do when you talk crap.
But I was reminded this morning by my friend Roberta just how precious girlfriends are in our lives. I was reminded of beautiful and joyful memories that were the building blocks of a friendship that has survived through some hard stuff over 25 years.
Nowadays I think I was kind of crazy to believe that I didn’t really need friends. Now I know my survival, my growth and my abundant life depends as much on my girlfriends as anything else.
My girlfriends are the ones who remind me I am better than I think I am. They are there when I fail to remind me of grace. They believe in me when I don’t believe in myself. They love me when I am unlovable and without reservation. My girlfriends encourage the best in me. They have walked through my ugliest moments with me…..
Conversely they call bull**** on me when I need it. They are there to let me know I am acting and thinking crazy. Sometimes when I trip…..they LAUGH at me……and help me not to take myself soooooo seriously. My girlfriends have not so gently let me know it’s time to get my head out of my butt.
Who would have ever thought that I would be the one saying we all need girlfriends like that? Not me. But here I am typing away to tell all you girls out there to take the risk and find your lifer friends. The ones who you will hurt and be hurt by in return, the ones who you will love and be loved in return. The ones who you will accept as they are and who will accept you as you are.
They will be few and far between. They will take time to find. It is almost like mining for gemstones. You are going to have to sift through sand and debris, dig through mud and get in and get dirty to find them. You will find a lot of fake gems out there, but keep going.
We think we can live in isolation on a desert island like Tom Hanks from Castaway. But isolation changes you and not so much in a good way. It makes you some kind of crazy. I mean for crying out loud his best friend was a popped volley ball. If that isn’t crazy I don’t know what is.
Rhonda sees some crazy good stuff in me. I don’t even know how she sees it but she does.
Deena rejoices in my happy with me, and sends comfort when I am down.
Ashley, now she is something. 20 something years younger than me and she ADORES me. I didn’t even have to earn it.
Denise has a real kind of grace and wisdom that touches deeply. She speaks not from things learned so much from a book but from a life lived with truth.
And Colleen, she is my other kind of crazy. The good kind of crazy that makes you snort water through your nose. We have laughed at each other and cried for each other.
I have been privileged to have them in my life, and privileged to have been allowed in their lives. I have been well loved and been allowed to love well by these girlfriends.
These girlfriends have spoken life in my broken relationships, they have watered my soul. They have built me up and helped me grow. Every season of my life they have been there loving me.
Thanks girls, this life is so much more beautiful with you in it.