Holy Friendship
To love. To be loved. Holy work. As I continue to venture into adulthood with all of its' roles (or masks ): mother, wife, sister, friend, daughter, colleague, neighbor -- each role continues to change and shape, offering more levels and depths of pain and love. Parents age, parenthood exhausts you, your friends and siblings experience unfair, painful circumstances you cannot fix. The reality of vocation -- God loving his creation through our ordinary living and working -- becomes an anchoring truth and encouragement when the burdens of life take over. Recently, I had lunch with life-long friends. The friends who loved me as a scrawny, terrified, insecure 16 year old continue to love me now as a pudgy, exhausted, hormonal 32 year old. Life changes and stays the same, all at the same time. Though I have changed, their love for me has not. Though life has brought bigger and greater challenges, I still find rest in their friendships. God has given me: joy, love, hope, grace, an...
