As a teenager and in college I was much too self involved to know how to be a good friend. I suppose this is understandable considering my dance schedule and the emotional issues I managed after my parents divorce. I turned in. I was a taker. I never knew how to give. Thankfully God got a hold of me and gave me some necessary changes to know how to be a friend. Craig came along, he was my true first real friend, and thankfully my lover too. He influenced my understanding of being a friend. He changed the course of my life. AfterI learned to be a better friend, I had a new problem. We moved so often I lost a friend as soon as we finally got to know one another. It hasn’t been easy for me to keep friends. I flutter in and out of peoples lives. When I move, I dive in deep. Nothing in me holds back. I might leave a firm impression but I don’t last so long in their daily life. It makes me sad because for me, I never forget one of my friends but I am sure their lives go on in the same place naturally without me. I think of them every day because I am usually in the predicament of making friends all the time so I treasure the ones I developed friendship with. Sometimes I feel lonely and yet I might have the largest collection of friends anywhere, it’s just that I’ve moved out of their lives and we try to keep in touch best we can, but life gets in the way.
This hasn’t happened with Erica and I. God has intervened so many times with our friendship that we have no doubt that he has ordained us to cling to each other for girl power. I want to share the special way God has had his hand intimately involved in our friendship.
We met at our first church in AZ. She was in our class Craig helped teach. She was very very quiet. I know now she was a newer Christian and English is her second language! When she lost a baby somehow I felt it necessarily to give her a gift of silk pjs and chocolate scented bath soap. It got her out of bed for the first time. I didn’t even know her, but I knew how it felt to lose a baby. Next we stepped in to help counsel them individually through marital difficulties. That’s when we first connected. It was my great pleasure to hold her hand through those difficulties, but not as much as seeing them come together and grow a strong marriage in the Lord’s strength. To see them today is one of the most beautiful sights of my life, they have a beautiful marriage, one I admire. Then, we moved away. But Doug’s brother was dying of cancer in a hospital here in Houston, so they stayed with us many times so they could be with his brother through to the end. We be came so close during these times. Then, Erica says it was important to her to be here in my home for her birthday that was difficult for her to pass through. It was a new years, but also her birthday and it meant a lot to her that I celebrated her birthday with her in a fun way that would have otherwise been wretched for her. God did that one for sure. Recently, when her mom passed away I was able to come to her and hear all the great stories about it, hold her hand, cry with her, and walk the sad walk with her. This is friendship in a way only God can ordain. I don’t believe we get very many like this in our life. I treasure it close in my heart.
To my personal delight I have been with her when she’s purchased all of her photography equipment so to watch her develop as a photographer with a natural eye for a great picture is a delight. We had soooo much fun photographing Sedona together.