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Friendship is a Beautiful Thing

Friendship is a Beautiful Thing

Have you ever had one of those days that just turned out differently than the way you had it planned out in your mind? Basically, that’s how today went. For starters, I live in a family that  is notoriously behind when it comes to deadlines for things like renewing auto tags or signing up the kids for pee wee football. The reminder calls, the postcards, the Facebook updates–we don’t get them. Or we’re deaf. And blind. I don’t know. We just stare at each other blankly and wonder how the rest of the world received the memo. As for the auto tags, I have no idea how we miss the deadline. Every. Single. Year. But we do. And that day was today. My husband celebrates 40 years on earth today, 24 of them driving, and of course neither one of us had taken the cars for their annual emission check. When it finally dawned on me that those crazy tag fees were due today, I high-tailed it to the cheapest check point. On the way there, my Check Charging System light came on, and on my way to the dealership to get that problem fixed, my Check ABS system light came on. I lurched and stalled and finally became terrified enough to pull over the car and call a friend.

I would not make it to the tag office today.

But I did learn something about friendship.

“In friendship…we think we have chosen our peers. In reality a few years’ difference in the dates of our births, a few more miles between certain houses, the choice of one university instead of another…the accident of a topic being raised or not raised at a first meeting–any of these chances might have kept us apart. But, for a Christian, there are, strictly speaking no chances. A secret master of ceremonies has been at work. Christ, who said to the disciples, “Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you,” can truly say to every group of Christian friends, “Ye have not chosen one another but I have chosen you for one another.” The friendship is not a reward for our discriminating and good taste in finding one another out. It is the instrument by which God reveals to each of us the beauties of others.”

I texted ten friends (because that’s how many my phone will allow on a single group text), and the response was immediate and beautiful. So many people willing to drop everything to pick me up and drive me home.

I was not surprised.

What surprised me most was the response from the people who are not my friends. The guy at SpeedEmissions who told me there was a problem before he saw the message on my screen.“You should get that checked out, hon.” The customer service representative at Geico who promptly called the towing company and the Honda dealership. “Are you in a safe place?” The guy at Advance Auto Parts, who found a chair where I could rest while I waited. “Can I get you anything else, Miss?”

And of course, Katie, my friend who—God love her—I haven’t talked to in months. She was the one to come and get me and on the twenty plus minute drive home we talked about her house that’s for sale, and school, and kids, and summer vacations, and new ventures. And she even offered her minivan to me later because like I told you today is Gavin’s birthday and we had planned to go out as a family, but we don’t have a second car that’s big enough to hold all of us.

Who needs a car to hold all of us when we have friends with hearts big enough to do all that and more?

Forever We. That’s what it’s all about, friends.