Ecc. 4:10 says:
"If one falls down,
his friend can help him up.
But pity the man who falls
and has no one to help him up!"
It's late and I was driving home from an evening out with some of my close friends here tonight.
I'll be honest...they forced me to go. They've been doing it all week.
I'll also admit that I came back from my trip home pretty worn out and beaten down. The underneath of my bed comforter was looking very nice...at 8am...at 2pm...at 5:30pm...
You get it into your head that it is okay to pity yourself. To start to think that your own pain is unique or greater than someone else's. And then, God gives you a verse like above and you realize that the one who needs pity is the man who has no one to help him up when he's down...and not just with an evening out or a good laugh, but with a sincere word from God and an encouragement to keep on in the faith.
I've wanted to become that kind of friend to people around me. It's been a "mission" of sorts these past few years and lately I've been thinking it was just too hard. Tonight I was reminded (along with many times this week from many people) what it feels like to have someone sacrificially be that to me. It seems to often be a "divine appointment". Just the moment of need...just the right thing to be said.
Maybe I'll never be completely okay being so far away from what I've known and suffering the feeling of loss of friendships that are in the past but of this I am sure...
God has given me many true friends for this time in my life that want to pick me up. I know this because my voicemail is full of high-pressured messages to get my butt out of the house and come for fun (and help)!
So, tonight it was that dedication over desert with my Southern girlfriends. They forced me to share and listened with hearts that want to help. I laughed and laughed and it was great to have daunting thoughts be pushed aside with new memories.
I guess it's kind of good that no one reads my blog anymore because I don't have to feel silly about these rambling posts...
Thank you..Thank you...Thank you, God-for sending your messengers of love and peace when we don't deserve it. My sisters who long to glorify you are your hands and feet and they are swift to yank me back to the land of the living!
("Shout Out" to my husband who also hangs in there for me with the greatest loyalty...but sometimes you just need a girl and a BIG brownie!)