I want to give them back. As quickly as my heart fills with gratitude, I want to say, “No, please keep this, because I won’t be able to reciprocate well enough, and I will disappoint you with my friendship.”
This week a card came in the mail.
A real card from a real friend from far away.
We have only spent a week of real-life time together, but our hearts have connected through email, facebook, texts, and phonecalls since then. She is a precious gift who has encouraged me by her words and gifts across the miles, and this week was one of those times.
It’s been a hard week for my heart.
Another friend met me for coffee last Saturday morning. It was a finally getting coffee date after too many, We should get together sometime-s.
Sunday night she asked if I would be picking my son up from youth group, because she had something for me. I told her that someone would be, and I would be sure they connected with her.
Later that evening there was a tiny gift on the table with a little note. So thoughtful and perfect. I love tiny things. And coffee.
But immediately my heart felt overwhelmed by fear. Fear of not being good enough, thoughtful enough, the right kind of friend.
Which is not what receiving another’s friendship is about.
I am grateful for friends and for seasons and for thoughtfulness. Especially this week, as my heart has been struggling in so many ways, the reminders of love and care from those who struggle themselves mean so much and remind me that we are not alone.
I am not alone.
Thank you, Friends. ALL of you who reach out to others (not just me) when you struggle yourselves. That is a gift.