Turns out, friends really are important.

Some time back, I wrote a post called “You’ve Got A Friend In Me … Sort Of.”  In it, I wrote about how bad I am at friendships.  I always have been, and I thought I always would be.  I set out my standards for my imaginary BFF.  Things that I thought would be exactly what was needed for my new friend and I to get along really well.  They would need to be, well, just like me.  Around my age.  Kids like my kids.  Husband like my husband.  My witty personality wouldn’t hurt either.

I prayed and prayed for God to send me one friend who would fit the bill.  ‘Cause, you know, I’m not sharing.  (That was one of the requirements too.)

Well, of course God does things His own way.

One day, this sweet woman sat across from me and said she’d been praying for her relationships too.  Did I take that as a heavenly gift of mutual friendship?  Nope.  I politely told her that as much as I really liked her as a person, I was on the lookout for someone more in my stage of life.

You can’t make this stuff up, guys.

Fast forward like a month and the light bulb finally went off.  Ding!

So now I have myself some friends!  Oh Happy Day!

My family has been supportive of it too.  In fact, I thought I’d share with you a few of their responses to my new-found friendships:

 “So proud of you for finally making friends!  It only took you 36 years.”

Well, I’m only 35, but I get the point.  Thanks very much, Dear.

“Thanks for giving Mom friends.  Now maybe she’ll get out of the house and actually do something.”

That was during prayer ladies and gentlemen.

“Mom, you should go to camp with your friends.  Friends always bond closer together at camp.”

Actually, that’s a great idea.  We’re looking into it.

“We are stuck up each other’s rear end all the time.  It’s okay if you go do something with your friends.”

That would be my loving and supportive husband.

“Don’t worry, Mom.  We like it when you go out with your friends.  Dad lets us eat whatever we want.”

There’s the little one, always looking on the bright side of things.

And here I felt bad for wanting a little “me” time.  Life is hard, even with Jesus, and that’s why #FriendsAreImportant


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