In a day when we rely on communication through cyber-space, email, and cell phones to connect, isn’t it good to just unplug from technology and plug into one another? I had an opportunity to do just that this past weekend.
So often I’ll text a friend, she’ll text back . . . but, I can’t hear her heart.
It was a gift to go away with gal-friends for time to catch up, breathe, pray. . . and connect. Shared moments of quiet renewal. Grace-friends quietly awed by the power of God connecting our hearts while embracing our differences.
When I was younger, I wasn’t much for females, coffee chats, or home interior parties, but I stayed faithful to my loyals and didn’t want to lose them. Plus, I was pretty impressed with Lucy and Ethel.
Friends are indispensable.
In the Bible, one beautiful account of friendship is in the story of Naomi and Ruth. They helped the other through very different ages and stages of life. In-laws in-love, who wanted the best for the other. Naomi wanted security for Ruth . . . Ruth wanted provision for Naomi.
I think of what my life’s journey would be without the holy connections placed on my path. Father God provided a Naomi (or Ruth) to hold my hand, a tangible earthly understanding in many different settings and circles.
Soul-blend and heart fusion, the gift of sisterhood.
Women help build women. Iron sharpens iron.
Throughout life we enjoy the balance and sweet mix of old and new friends. I won’t take for granted my childhood friends who continue to be there. . . they knew me when and still remain. They’re the beloved buddies that seem to know what’s going on in your life without needing a word from you.
Women ministering to women isn’t a new idea. The apostle Paul wrote a first century letter recorded in Titus to encourage women to come alongside another to share truth and be a worthy influence.
I’m grateful for my healing, sheltering friends who have been there in the middle of my midnight. Geography and time doesn’t make them less visible or available.
We can identify the Naomis who have invested into different seasons of our lives. Be grateful.
We often think of mentors as older than ourselves . . .
Thankfully, I know quite a few younger women older than me.
The mentoring friend-sister connection who is simply a deep heart who opened hers to yours and gave you a safe place to step in. Can you name her?
A friend sticks closer than a brother. Proverbs 18:24