The Ebb and Flow of Friendship

Y’all! Friendships are hard! And they take a crazy amount of work! I know. I know. I’m preaching to the choir. I know a great deal of people. Many I would consider friends. Some are newer and some I have known for decades. The older I get, the more I desire authentic and lasting friendships. But, people are people. We are flawed and imperfect. We make mistakes, hopefully ask for forgiveness, and try to do better the next time.

I have a friend that I have known for almost a decade. It has been a wild ride to say the least. We’ve seen valleys and mountain tops. We’ve laughed and cried. There have been births and deaths. For the most part, it’s been good. For the rest of it, it has been a bit exhausting. Super intense would be an understatement. I think I walk in grace for people and their struggles, but sometimes the weight of it can become overwhelming.

Earlier this spring, a really hard season hit our friendship. I’m not going to lie. My heart was broken. I felt hurt and forgotten.

I’m not sure if you’ve ever had a friendship where one person’s stuff was always heavy and you carried it just as though you were going through it yourself. That is our friendship. I told her I wasn’t sure if she knew the weight her life had on those around her. I told her I needed a break. I didn’t want a breakup. I consider her a sister. I want our friendship to last a lifetime. But, for the sake of my mental and emotional heath, I needed a little distance. Sometimes we forget that God cares about those parts of our lives just as much as our spiritual health.


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Against All Hope

I’m not sure if any of you are like me. I have seasons where I am thinking all of the deep thoughts. I’m not sure what it has been about this summer, but my thoughts have weighed heavy on me. Since the Spring, I have felt a bit tormented in my thought life. It has come in waves and at times has overtaken me.

I have never really been one to deal with a scattered and heavy thought life, but here we are. I can’t help but think that the enemy can sense that the Lord has something of significance awaiting me.

I am also not one to look at the world around me and be so discouraged and yet, here I am. It seems as though there is attack and opposition and hate and oppression at every turn. The enemy is working overtime to destroy us.

I don’t know about you, but I never want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he beat me. As far as I know, our God calls us overcomers. He says that we are more than conquerors. He calls us to continue to fight the good fight and hold on to hope. Hope’s name is Jesus.

What does it look like to be an overcomer and to have hope when all appears hopeless?


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