Anatomy in Friendship

 
 

GNI

GNI

My mother used to ask me what is the most important part of the body. Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct answer. When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, “My ears, Mommy.”

She said, “No. Many people are deaf. But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon.”

Several years passed before she asked me again. Since making my first attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer. So this time I told her, “Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes.” She looked at me and told me, “You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind.”    

 

 Then last year, my grandpa died. Everybody was hurt. Everybody was crying. Even my father cried. I remember that especially because it was only the second time I saw him cry. My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final goodbye to Grandpa. She asked me, “Do you know the most important body part yet, my dear?”

Burgess Falls

Burgess Falls

Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years, Mother asked me a couple more times and always her answer was, “No. But you are getting smarter every year, my child.”

 I was shocked when she asked me this now. I always thought this was a game between her and me. She saw the confusion on my face and told me, “This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in our life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you were wrong and I have given you an example why. But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson.”She looked down at me as only a mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, “My dear, the most important body part is your shoulder.”

I asked, “Is it because it holds up my head?”     

 

Partners in Crime

Partners in Crime

She replied, “No, it is because it can hold the head of a friend or a loved one when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life, my dear. I only hope that you have enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it.”

 

 

 

 

New Years Eve '09

New Years Eve '09

I am blessed to have many friends. Ever since I can remember, I’ve been told that I am a caring and supportive friend. Perhaps it is the people pleaser in me, the need for peace, unity, and love in a world that brings such chaos. Perhaps it’s the genuine need within me to love others, as I want to be loved.

I have friends that make doing jail time much more enjoyable (not just locally, I have most of the states covered for such occasions). I have friends that when I’m old will be causing trouble with me in the nursing home. I have friends that I can run to in the midst of storms and in the midst of peace. I have friends that have come, gone, and come again. Indeed, I am blessed with many friends.

Easter '09

Easter '09

I have found my heart to be heavy today for the heart of my friends. I have friends currently walking through many valleys and in the midst of storms, at present. One friend is having major back surgery while her brother has had Hospice called in. Another friend is dealing with discovering her child has an incurable disease. I have several friends in financial difficulties, a few not even knowing where the food is coming from for tomorrow. I have a friend that is with their mother while she walks through the stages of cancer. I have a friend that lost their mother yesterday. I have a couple friends that are going through a divorce. I have friends on the verge of breakdowns, not just life crisis but mentally they’ve disappeared. I have friends that are addicts.

So much sorrow, so much pain.

Surprise Party

Surprise Party

On the other side, I have friends that are getting married. I have friends that are having babies. I have friends that are enjoying life and happy. I have friends that are having birthdays. I have friends that are being blessed in ways they could never imagine. I have friends that just came out of the valley and have reached the mountaintop.

So much joy, so much peace.

In the midst of my own troubles, it seems selfish to wallow in my own self-pity. It is in these moments that providing my most important body part to my friends will bring healing and peace and the mountaintops to me. I of course will also offer chocolate (or cake), coffee (or tea), or some random, selfless act of stupidity on my part, just to bring a smile.

Races '09

Races '09

I am certainly not the bestest friend but I’m doing my best to be the kind of friend that others have been to me. I fail often in the way of friendship (who am I kidding, in all areas of my life) but I will never give up trying to be the bestest friend that I can be. {Yes, I know that ‘bestest’ is not a word.}

To all my friends, I am so blessed and honored to call you friend! I treasure you and hold you dear to my heart – whether we are miles apart or nearby, whether we are old friends or new friends – now and always.

Lord, I ask that You bless my friends. May You pour out Your favor upon them. May You lift them up. May Your spirit fill them with an abundance of love, healing, peace, comfort, joy, strength, health, and provision. May Your face shine upon them. May Your goodness and mercy follow them all of their days. Amen!

May we all find shoulders available, even our own.

Midnight at Starbucks

Midnight at Starbucks

 Copyright by reflectionsbypj 2009/08/25

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4 thoughts on “Anatomy in Friendship

  1. I wish I were in your situation. Unfortunately, more often than not, it feels like I’m in the the complete opposite situation and it sucks.

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