Friends are friends forever,if the Lord's the Lord of them;And a friend will not say nevercause the welcome will not end...
Blah blah blah.
Ok, yes, I admit to being a cynic and not all that... shall we say... sentimental? First of all, I have never really thought of myself as fertile soil (at least not until I had babies). I have one friend I think of this way, but that's because she KEEPS having babies! (and adorable ones too - I'm not judging). I admit to maybe tearing up once during this song, but I think it had to do with a boy and youth group and... well, you get the idea.
Anyway, here am I, in Ireland - lovely, lovely, totally God's will and brilliant Ireland - and right now the place I want to be is Chicago, in the autumn, for a wedding. My dearest girlfriend from college just got engaged and I cannot be there to see her walk down the aisle.
Cue piano. Or synthesizer. Maybe some humming.
Here's the thing about our friendship: husband, career, kids, geography... all have brought about a sort of distance in our relationship. But the distance has never been a hinderance. Rather, we have lived our lives, then reunite every 2 or 3 years, marveling at each other's accomplishments, and rejoicing at what God has done in each life. Ok, I write all that and it sounds so... small in comparison to the...
...faith and love God's givenspringing from the hope we know
Wow. I have a disease.
So there were a few tears this week. About the joy I can only witness through emails and IM chats. And they weren't just my tears, either. The sweetest thing being that there were a few tears on the other side of the Atlantic, too. And a couple of I Love Yous. And an "I wish you were here" or "there".
And then in 2 years or so, we'll meet again at the same spot we always do in Chicago. And I'll see a ring and and meet a husband. Probably a few tears then, too. Celebrating a new chapter...
Darn you, Smitty!