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I read all these women’s blogs and their writings on friendship, close friends with whom they share everything, their trials and pains, joys and triumphs. I hear women at church speak of their “best friends,” talk about being joined at the hip and say that they’re so close, they’re like sisters. They talk every day. They hang out all the time. Their kids are all best friends with each other. I was missing out.
The Lord, and time, and life, has taught me differently.
I’ve learned, no friend can be closer than the Lord, no earthly
companion closer than my own husband. I’m glad for those other women, for whom
it seems to work so well. But I no longer feel like I’m missing something. I
have everything I need right here, within my own home, with my own family. With
my husband. He is my closest friend. My confidant. The one I go to first for
advice and comfort. Those other women in my life, they can be friends. But I
know their place now. My community starts in my heart, in my home.
1 comment:
So many good words on here. "My community starts in my heart, in my home." Thanks for this post!
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