It's amazing and oh-so gratifying to realize how my experience with friends and my acceptance of them has changed over the years. I suspect the change is God's way of leading me to love my enemy as well as my neighbor not to mention myself.
A couple examples:
- I let old JoB be an angel in disguise, and I feel no itch-to-bitch about her or his ways.
- I am thanking God daily for keeping my heart and my mind open toward a friend who is not doing it right...my open mind is that I am asking to realize that s/he is right already.
Having realized that, it is still vital to me to have a loving, honest friend to talk to.
Who's kidding whom? God, Jesus, Mary and Joseph are the best, but running my mouth about Gertrude takes an in-the-flesh friend if I'm going to feel understood. And isn't that kinda what comfortable feels like?
Thank you.
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