This day I am thankful for my three friends, who have been meeting with me on random Saturday mornings for the past ten or so years. We have settled into Clique Coffee Shop, where we gather at 9:00 a.m. and go around the table, talking about what's been happening in our lives and identifying concerns for prayer. We have walked with each other through financial crises, depression, grief, self-deception, loneliness, job changes, struggles with children, joys of grandchildren, petty and profound frustrations, marital rockiness, times of dryness, and times of undeserved richness. We can call or text each other at any time to ask for prayer. We are about as different from each other as the four seasons of the year are different, yet we are sisters and friends. Here we are:
At the end of my life, I am quite sure that my regrets will not be that I did not spend more time at the office catching up on work, did not clean my house more thoroughly, or did not get caught up on more TV shows or magazines or bestselling novels. If I have regrets, they will be of this nature: that I felt too busy to lend support to a struggling friend, that I was too impatient to listen to a friend in crisis, that I put lists and projects ahead of relationships.
As Sally said, "We aren't related, but we ARE sisters. We are sisters in Christ. This is family to me."
Amen.
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