I am so very thankful.
And a little sad.
I missed some years of good friendship and I've realized it takes time to clean up the mess.
I hold fast to core of my faith --
God is good. Very good.
And in his abundant goodness, he has blessed me with more friends than I dared to imagine. They have permeated my life as a teacher and coach and writer and speaker and mom and community member and wife and church-goer.
My friends are genuine and real. The relationships go beyond the surface and into meaningful, faith-filled encouragement and support. I'm in awe at the number of friends who care about me. It doesn't seem possible.
They span generations and genders.
They spatter the globe.
The spin into my story and offer solace and goodness.
God reaches down, cups my face and whispers, You are not a friendship failure.
Then, as if he needs to punctuate his point, God does the friendship-impossible.
He restores a long lost friendship.
Being reconnected with Jodi is the over-the-top evidence I needed to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am not a friendship failure.
When I think about the way friendship is thriving in my life, I see the goodness of God. He's been wanting to give me good gifts of friendship, but I was stuck in a trap and unable to receive these gifts. It was scripture that positioned me to receive the gifts of God. Scripture provided clarity. Scripture set me free.
I have the friends to prove it.