This is an experience sent from my older sister. Friends touch each of us differently and in ways that help us the very most.
"When I was 15 years old, my dad took a job with a firm located in another state. I was just finishing my sophomore year, and EVERYTHING was important: my classes, my position in the school, my friends, my boyfriend, my music. We were moving from a small (and I mean SMALL!) ranching community to what I was sure was going to be worst place on earth! My dad moved to our new home before the rest of us did. He found a house to rent, he set up the furniture, he attended church meetings, he met the neighbors. By the time we arrived, I already had stacks of information from the church’s youth leaders. I kinda rolled my eyes—who needed another adult looking over my shoulder? What I needed was girls! Six days after we moved, I went to help out at a fund raiser. It was a car wash, and it was a lot of fun. Water, soap, dozens of girls—what’s not to love? But the best part of the entire day was when Jana asked if I wanted to go to a dance with them that night and a movie with her in a couple of days. After the movie, we became fast friends. It turned out the pining for my former life lasted less than a week, and my time in that (not so) HUGE city was not only formative, but happy! Jana was one of my very best friends during my adolescent and young adult years. I’m so glad she invited me along!"
Friends are miracles in our lives. They touch us and help us. I am grateful for friends that bless my life.
Thanks, Aundrea. I love you!
"When I was 15 years old, my dad took a job with a firm located in another state. I was just finishing my sophomore year, and EVERYTHING was important: my classes, my position in the school, my friends, my boyfriend, my music. We were moving from a small (and I mean SMALL!) ranching community to what I was sure was going to be worst place on earth! My dad moved to our new home before the rest of us did. He found a house to rent, he set up the furniture, he attended church meetings, he met the neighbors. By the time we arrived, I already had stacks of information from the church’s youth leaders. I kinda rolled my eyes—who needed another adult looking over my shoulder? What I needed was girls! Six days after we moved, I went to help out at a fund raiser. It was a car wash, and it was a lot of fun. Water, soap, dozens of girls—what’s not to love? But the best part of the entire day was when Jana asked if I wanted to go to a dance with them that night and a movie with her in a couple of days. After the movie, we became fast friends. It turned out the pining for my former life lasted less than a week, and my time in that (not so) HUGE city was not only formative, but happy! Jana was one of my very best friends during my adolescent and young adult years. I’m so glad she invited me along!"
Friends are miracles in our lives. They touch us and help us. I am grateful for friends that bless my life.
Thanks, Aundrea. I love you!
