Ok… first off, just for the record, I’m mad mad mad. I don’t like it when my will is thwarted and my dumb photobucket account has locked me out. And I had so many pretty pictures of Spring at the Ig Farm to post. Why oh why can’t the world just agree to revolve around me?
Anyways, this’ll just be a short post because my kids are waiting for me to take them to Bass Pro Shop to get their air tanks filled and to purchase a bucket of paintballs. Bubsie is having a belated buddy-get-together for his B-day. I hope it doesn’t rain. I don’t generally have people over too often. I’m sort of an inhospitable hermit, but I have to admit I am looking forward to having my friends (her, her and her) over tomorrow. If I had her , her and her TOO, then my whole best friend circle would be almost entirely complete.
The thing about friends (for me anyways) is that inevitably you need a particular ingredient to really cultivate and grow a truly deep and worthwhile friendship. What is that ingredient? Time. It takes time. I think it also takes a measure of crisis or ‘need’ – something that causes the phony shallow wall to crumble.
I grew up as an Air Force brat so I became a wizard at making quick – but very shallow – friendships. In the military you don’t stick around long, so you adapt. I do not have any deep strong relationships from my childhood. My husband is the longest friend I’ve ever been able to keep. After we got married we plugged into a church and it was then I began developing friendships that had roots. But I have to admit – those types of friendships are a bit intimidating to me and not always easy. But they are so worthwhile.
To have a true friend means they know YOU. Not just the perception you are able to give… but they know you. They get how you work. They see your flaws. They know your weaknesses. They understand your strengths. And the best friends I have are the ones who speak truth, who will not indulge me in bad attitudes or destructive thoughts. They are friends who tell me to zip it when I start gossiping. They also don’t take my momentary bad days and attitudes too seriously. And what’s more, they understand when I’m having a bad day and they remain stable and calm when I think the world is falling to pieces.
The most trustworthy, faithful, loyal, loving friend I’ve ever had is my husband. He never fails to amaze me. As I get to know him better I cannot help but feel overwhelmed at the amazing gift I have in him. I pray I never take him for granted. Nobody knows me like he does, and nobody ‘loves me in spite of myself’ like he does. I hope you have a husband like that. I hope I’m a wife like that.
I much prefer being an adult. I am just really thankful for where God has me in my life. It’s a sweet time and I can’t help but feel overwhelmed and happy. And thankful. Very thankful.
I hope you have true, deep friendships in your life. I know a lot of people do not. I know this because I remember when I didn’t. If you don’t, I hope that God will bring you a godly, like-minded friend. It’s hard to reach out and get involved when you’re not naturally extroverted (like me). But the gift of friendship is so lovely and so entirely blessed. It’s a very sad thought of living life without that.
Dang it, I’m still mad about my pictures. The tulips I planted last October all came up and I didn’t remember all the different colors I had planted. It was shocking. You’ll just have to take my word for it – they are miraculously exquisite.
Ok… I’m off to brave the world of overly large crowded sportsmen paraphernalia