We met this weekend to celebrate life. Our good friend is six months pregnant with a little girl. I little girl, I pray, just like I pray for my own daughter, will meet an amazing group of women like this who have stood by one another, in loss and life, sickness, health, joyful craziness and in heavy sorrow. I realize that there are deep confidences shared among pairs and sets and that is how it should be and how it will be because we trust one another and at the end of the day we will give our right hands or maybe just our right kidneys for one another–even though it hasn’t come to that just yet.
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We may not have been through exactly the same scenarios, but we can relate where it counts. And it all started at a tiny little liberal arts college in the middle of the foothills of Tennessee where we were forced to make our own fun and find our own way without the distractions or options of big city life, so we threw birthday parties with blindfolds and made grilled cheese on someone’s George Foreman grill way past dinnertime, stayed up until goodness knows when and were devastated with one another over bad dates, breakups and unfair grades.
And as a remnant of the 16 of us gathered around the table and shared pregnancy horror stories (with humor), I wondered later if we were scaring the first-time mom and I thought, “Nah, she can handle it and if she can’t, we’ll help.”
One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. Proverbs 18:24