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Today’s word: Friend


I’m getting ready to crawl under my covers and snuggle down with some reading. It’s later than I’d planned to get into bed already, and I’m ready. So ready for the warmth, the familiarity, the sleepy dreams.

And that’s when my cell phone rings. At first I groan, but when I pick it up and look at the caller ID, I answer it without a second thought.

Michael is gone. I think he’s run away.

My best friend’s voice betrays all the stress and fear and shakiness that such a moment holds and I am already planning what I need to grab before I can get in the car and drive the 45 minutes to her house, before she can even speak the words her heart hasn’t formed yet.

Do you want me to come over?

My question is rhetorical really, because I’m coming over no matter what she says. I know her heart; I don’t need to hear her words.

A quick kiss for my husband and I am driving through the dark of night, praying and holding my friend’s heart in mine.

time and distance don't matter in friendship
time and distance don’t matter in friendship

I cannot imagine her pain, her fear, her thoughts.

But I know her tears. And I know her heart. 

And I will hold it in mine for as long as she needs. As she cries. As she worries. As she prays.

I will hold her hand in mine. I will make her tea from her cupboard. I will sit beside her.

I will hold her heart in mine and protect it as best I can.

Because she is my friend.

She is a part of me.

And for that I give thanks, even as we wait and pray. Until he comes home at last in the wee hours and I can release her hand from mine.

But her heart. Her heart I will keep.

Because she is a part of me.


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