Sometimes you just need time with your heart friends. I have been blessed beyond measure in the heart friend department. Every season of my life has its own set of people who live in my soul. They know me. They get me. I have found that when things seem upside down in life, heart friends can set things right again. Yesterday, we had a 2-hour-lunch-turned-6-hour-visit with some of our tribe from college. There was laughter. There were stories. Memories were in abundance. Updates were shared all around. It was like a shot in the arm. It boosted our spirits, and bolstered our courage. It reminded us all of who we are, and where we came from.
These are the kind of relationships that pick up as if no time has passed, though to see us, you can definitely tell that it has. Our hair has grayed, or disappeared altogether. We’ve added wrinkles and pounds, but the spark that bonded us all those years ago still resides within our eyes and smiles when we are together. The joy of sitting and spending time together is nourishment for our spirits. Berry College has always been its own little world; we even call it the Berry Bubble. But its uniqueness wasn’t just the beautiful campus, it was the people who shaped our lives while we were there, from professors, to work supervisors, to the other students all around us. It was a formative time in our lives filled with the adventure of spreading our wings for the first time.
Now, we exchange aging parent stories, plan the upcoming weddings of our children, and discuss possible career changes in our 50’s. We go back to our core beliefs and question what following God looks like at this stage of life, and in this cultural climate so different from the years that have passed. We laugh at not understanding Netflix or participating in social media, because we realize we sound like our own parents. We find that we care less about so much of what we thought was important back then. We swap life changing moments, be they health related or otherwise, that have allowed us eyes to see in new ways. A theme arises that freedom comes when you learn to let things go. We are wiser now, but still in need of people in our lives who remember us from the beginning, before careers, before children, before marriage even. Back to when we were hashing out our belief systems, discovering our values, and pursuing education in our prospective fields of study. Back to days of ultimate Frisbee, air bands, saunas, antique grandfather clocks, catacombs, broken jaws, kidnappings, and reflection pools. Back to when we prayed together, studied the Bible, and worshiped fully, under the arch, until the presence of God was so strong it was tangible in our midst. Full hearts. Even now, when the time comes to say goodbye and return to our lives, we linger for hours, desiring to bask in the acceptance and soak in the heart connection that comes from souls knitted together by shared experience. When we do finally break the spell, we leave with smiles and a lighter step because we have been with those we love. Bonds like these cannot be broken. They stand the test of time… just like heart friends.