I am grateful to God for friendship. That is not a profound thing really, but I find that the bond that comes from weathering storms together is not easily broken. We all have friends that we meet and great each day, some deeper relationships than others…some with similar hearts, some with differing views. The ones that we meet along life’s journey that God brings back around again are true treasures. Revisiting stories from years gone past does the heart good. When we begin to see how God weaves our lives together, how they intersect, grow apart, and then intersect again it proves you never really know what God is up to. He hides himself among our friends. Their hands of celebration are his hands. Their tears of grief are his tears. Their hearts of encouragement are the same as his heart. This kind of friendship lasts for years. No matter where you leave off, it remains to be picked up at that very spot…drawing you into its embrace. It lightens our burdens with its laughter. It makes us feel that we are not alone, and that someone else cares. Many times, there is no need for words for understanding flows from the heart. Other times we need to hear spoken wisdom or get a kick in the pants. True friendship can handle all of this and grow stronger still. It is the push we need, the care we crave, the love expressed. God knew we would need friends. To deny them is to cut yourself off from one of life’s greatest blessings. To be among these treasured relationships is a safe place of comfort in an uncomfortable world…an oasis in the midst of a desert. Isn’t it just like him to surround us with his messengers of his love and grace with flesh?