I am so lucky to have my friends. I don’t use the word lightly, friends. I feel like it’s an abused word these days. But my friends, they mean so much to me. They are the people I rely on, the people who save me from myself and the people who remind me that the journey is significant. I’ve had an entire week with my friends. I am so lucky.
My Anam Cara from Milligan came to visit this weekend. We have all changed so much since our time there (as is only appropriate) and yet, so much is still the same. We can pick up conversations that were started years ago and resume them as if we just broke for lunch. Our love has deepened even over time and distance and our various journeys seem to have brought us together even though we didn’t realize we were traveling down similar paths. The outward circumstances look widely different, but the soul experiences have been similar. We’ve been rattled to the bone and loved beyond measure and always, always, always, experienced the grace and mercy of God. Such is the breadth and depth of the love of Jesus Christ.
And then my local Anam Cara came to the rescue for me simply because she is part of my community and loves me without good reason. It probably didn’t seem like a big deal to her, making a small exception, but for me and for my friend, it meant the world! Thanks Amy. Your grace is abundant.
Where would I be without my friends? They are the hands and feet of God. It’s no small task to love me so greatly. I am ever mindful of how lucky I am.