...needs a friend, indeed. (my own twist)
Sometimes out of the worst of things, something wonderful happens.
After Greg died, I heard from an old friend (Let's call her Carol). I met Carol over 30 years ago at church and loved her immediately. We both had families. Life gets busy. And the years disappear.
She contacted me as soon as she heard about Greg. She sent me a message - thoughtful - loving. I read it more than once. The next day there was another message - and the next day, another. In the worst time of my life, Carol was there.
We've kept in touch over the past month and yesterday she invited me to go out for lunch. Today, I picked her up at 12:30 and I pulled back into my driveway a little before 5:00 this afternoon. I'm not sure she was counting on a lunch that lasted 4 1/2 hours. I know I wasn't - but I'm incredibly grateful. I'm afraid I've worn out my welcome. She said it was okay. I hope so.
We ended up having breakfast for lunch - always great. I can't seem to hold a conversation without crying. I don't know if I ever will. Carol was patient and so very kind. We moved on past the sadness and talked about kids - grandkids - friends - life. We shared stories and laughed. We ended up in front of her house, still talking until Life called and we had to call it a day.
I've felt separated from God - unable to speak - or hear.
Today I heard God - through Carol.
Sometimes out of the worst of things, something wonderful happens.
After Greg died, I heard from an old friend (Let's call her Carol). I met Carol over 30 years ago at church and loved her immediately. We both had families. Life gets busy. And the years disappear.
She contacted me as soon as she heard about Greg. She sent me a message - thoughtful - loving. I read it more than once. The next day there was another message - and the next day, another. In the worst time of my life, Carol was there.
We've kept in touch over the past month and yesterday she invited me to go out for lunch. Today, I picked her up at 12:30 and I pulled back into my driveway a little before 5:00 this afternoon. I'm not sure she was counting on a lunch that lasted 4 1/2 hours. I know I wasn't - but I'm incredibly grateful. I'm afraid I've worn out my welcome. She said it was okay. I hope so.
We ended up having breakfast for lunch - always great. I can't seem to hold a conversation without crying. I don't know if I ever will. Carol was patient and so very kind. We moved on past the sadness and talked about kids - grandkids - friends - life. We shared stories and laughed. We ended up in front of her house, still talking until Life called and we had to call it a day.
I've felt separated from God - unable to speak - or hear.
Today I heard God - through Carol.
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