I have a friend, I have many friends now, that I’ve never met, but with whom I’ve shared some of my most intimate feelings. I can think of one friend in high school; she and I went to all of the boys basketball games; we cheered and yelled until we were hoarse; that’s all I remember about her, except she took me to Catholic Mass with her once. I was raised a Methodist; Catholicism was a mystery to me. All I remember about the service was that the PA system blew up; I thought God Himself had made an appearance. I didn’t move; I didn’t cover up my ears; I was terrified; then I was relieved to learn it was not God. Hmm … God … I guess I didn’t want to think you were only present in a Catholic Church and not at my own Methodist Church.


Marie was the closest thing to a real friend I ever had until I started teaching. I made friends with many of my colleagues, however, the friendships were workplace friendships. Now that I am retired, I am no longer in school and we’ve lost track. Now, a neighbor down the street and I were both teachers; we have shared much over the years; she is patient with my … uh … personality ups and downs; she doesn’t judge; she loves me as I am. I love her.


Friendships through the written word appeals to me. Thoughts unsaid lie dormant until my mind is ready to record them and share them.  I am a better communicator when I can re-read, edit, consider, re-write, pause, delete, and proofread again. I am better at focusing upon the words upon a screen than I am listening to a real live person. Isn’t that an awful thing to admit? But it is true!


Dear Lord, I thank you for helping me find a way to make friends … true friends; friends that support, encourage, challenge, and hold me accountable for my thoughts; friends who help me sort through what I say, what I think, what I feel, what I know; more importantly, they tell me when I am not giving myself credit where credit is due. 

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I am so blessed by my friends who write prose, poems, free verse, informative entries about gardens, birds, travel, life, love, frustrations, and celebrations. Thank you for the many grins, chuckles, and yes belly laughs I’ve had reading from the most talented and honest writers I have ever had the privilege to truly know.


God, you have always led me; I’ve traveled many a road by your side; I love this new venture down the road paved with imagination, creativity, and dedication to discovering and understanding more of Your Magnificent Creation. We who write, take photos, garden, bird-watch, love nature, are Your children. As children, we have found each other and join together in joyful thanksgiving for Your loving kindness. Happy are we; happy am I; happy are we together; friendships are blessings of love. Amen


Romans 12:10  The Message
Love from the center of who you are; don’t fake it. Run for dear life from evil; hold on for dear life to good. Be good friends who love deeply; practice playing second fiddle.


Colossians 3:12-14  The Message 
So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It’s your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it.


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7 thoughts on “Friends”

  1. Beautifully written Jan. A true celebration of friendship and friendships. A friend is there to pick you up when you stumble, to cheer you up when you are down and to listen when you question. Thanks for being my friend.😘❤️🌈

  2. I will always be your friend, Mel. I will always treasure our friendship … always. I am checking into getting a keyboard with emoti-somethings … but until then … blowing hearts, and rainbows. Jan

  3. Very nicely written. I too was raised Methodist and was taken to a Catholic mass. I didn’t know when to kneel or what to recite. People frreaked when I got up for communion.

    1. We must be so much alike … at a baby christening at a different Catholic Church, I too went up to take communion. Who knew !!?? Thanks for sharing. Jan

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