Do you see that little intro over on the side on my blog where it talks about me
being an amiable who likes to get analytical?
Well, this is one of those posts.
Purely analytical.
I have been pondering friendships lately. And I have been wondering what really constitutes a friendship and calling someone a friend.
My husband calls everyone his friend. It's "my friend Paul" at the garden center, "my friend Glenn" our state senator, and "my buddy Steve" in the admissions department at our 2nd daughter's university. I gently chide him that none of those guys really are his friends.
BNH gets what I mean and agrees, but he is a friendly guy.
So to him, if he is friendly to you, then you are his friend.
For me, it's a different story. I think that in order to call someone a friend it's got to be somewhat of a two-way street. It's not just what one person can get from another. The relationship is intentional and mutual. It is giving and nurturing a friendship as well. I am just more...hmmm, what's the word...cautious? guarded? hesitant? careful?
No, those aren't quite right...measured, that's the word.
I am more measured when calling someone "friend."
In talking with my oldest son about this just now,
we concurred that the difference is in the way the word is used.
Using the word "friend" generally, like: "Hey friends, thanks for reading my blog today."
Or personally, like: "Hi friend. I've been thinking about you a lot."
So being the personal term user that I tend to be,
I have been analyzing and questioning my friendships - my current ones,
my changing ones, and my new ones.
Like, how can a friend of 9 years come over and spend 2 1/2 hours
in my living room and never ask me a single question?
How do I respond to a Facebook message of "I'm so glad to hear from you"
when I am the one who always initiates the contact?
How can I keep from crying whenever I think about a special friend in my life who just moved to Rome on Saturday to do ministry with her husband there for forever? Who is going to talk God stories with me while working on my granite shoulders once a week?
And what about Janet with her sweet Mexican spirit who drew several of us ladies from church together for fellowship and movie night every few months?
She is moving back to AZ as I type...
Having and losing friendships is painful.
But in the midst of all this heart hurt, God is blessing me in ways only
He could create and show His tender care.
My oldest and dearest friend is virtually shopping with me from states away
for my MOTB dress. It's been really sweet!
And, He has given me the friendship of you blog followers.
Who would have guessed that a kind reply would cheer one along so!
I'm really grateful especially for the couple of you that have
become dear to my heart in the recent weeks.
You, ladies, have become gifts to me and I count it a joy to be used to bless you as well.
With thanks for your friendship, both generally, like a big bunch of flowers:
and personally, like one special flower from the bunch:
Victoria
