Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him. Ecclesiastes 4:9-10
I have been thinking about this post all day and just now the opportunity to share it. Today I am grateful for my best girlfriend. We are at different places and seasons of life, our kids (for the most part) are years apart and we live in different but neighboring cities. We worship at the same church but usually only share a few passing moments of face-to-face conversation on any given Sunday. Most of our conversations are born from several missed calls that are abandoned for text messages – messages that can go on through out the day and into the wee hours of the morning.
Lately I have been missing my friend. I miss the opportunity to sit down and have coffee or go on a long walk. I miss conversations over a kitchen counter.
BUT, I am so very grateful for her. I am grateful for a friendship that stands the test of time and for our texts. I loving knowing which emojis she trends toward and that she doesn’t mind my short hand or constant typos. She gets what I’m trying to say even when she can’t see how hard or furious I’m typing away or how animated my face is.
I am so grateful for our history and our shared faith. I am grateful that she sees and knows me for who and what I am and loves me anyway. I pray for her and her marriage and her kids as if they were my own. I am happy to celebrate the highs and come alongside on the lows. I am grateful that she does the same.
I am grateful that I have a friend that is so wise and solid. She is what most of us would call “good people”. She is the kind of friend that pushes you to stretch yourself when things get hard and the kind of friend that is willing to say the hard things. It is she (in moments of prolonged stress and hardship) who can pull me back to grace and compassion with a few well intentioned words.
And so tonight, even thought the rhythms of our lives are so distinct and we’re both doing our separate and different things in separate and different places I am grateful that we are only a text apart.