Thoughts On Friendship

Good friends are a gift. They arrive like the changing seasons, and at times in our life when they are needed the most. They ebb and flow, nurturing our current needs, as we in turn foster theirs. With the popularity of Facebook, I have had the opportunity to get reacquainted with people who once walked alongside me on this journey. I like the ability to see how my friends have changed, how their families have grown, what turns their lives have taken. God is quite clever in allowing these people back into my life. C.S. Lewis said it best: "Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: What! You too? I thought I was the only one." Good friends never really leave, never give up, and always listen without checking their watch. When your emotions are twisted like a rope knot, and tears are streaming down your cheeks, they don't try to interrupt, even if they've heard the same story a zillion times. And when you are sick, they sound concerned on the telephone, not making you feel like a hypochondriac. Good friends see your flaws, and love you regardless. They will hold you, take your side, speak with honesty, and laugh at your jokes. A cherished friend knows you on the inside and helps you to become greater than you ever thought possible. A sister is golden, irreplaceable, a keepsake. Friendship with a daughter grows steadily over time, standing taller, stronger, the disappointment's replaced with acceptance. Sons no longer need a curfew or a stern eye over a recent speeding ticket. Instead, they become a friend, a person with innovative thinking and unconditional love. A brother is always there, always faithful, always a constant reminder of the unyielding bond of family. A vintage friend will give until it hurts, giving no thought to their own self-gratification, but rather to the person who is receiving the precious gift of their time and presence. I am very grateful for the friends in my life.