I saw her that first day we walked into a new church. My anxious little heart wondered what could be in store for us here, because I really didn't want to settle down if my heart was going to be ripped up again. So I surveyed the scene before me, taking it all in. This dear soul caught my attention. She sang so beautifully, had the cheeriest smile and when it was time to greet people she came over, introduced herself and gave me a hug.
Later, when I had to be at work and couldn't be there, I was told she wondered where I was. That little bit of news surely made me smile, because if anything I was hungry for love, for a compassionate and understanding soul. She definitely seemed to have a good dose of care about her.
Then there was the night I sat at my computer, debating whether I should request her as a friend on facebook. We didn't really know each other a whole lot, but there was something so genuine about her which made me want to know her more. Finally, I decided to send a request and see what would happen. To my delight, the request was soon accepted and we haven't turned back since.
One day I sent her a message, asking prayer for a friend who was sick. The reply was so genuine, kind and caring. This lady was intriguing. She had a glow about her life that was clearly Jesus shining from her. Soon it came to be that one of the happiest parts of my day was seeing the message notification on facebook. Day after day I would write, and she, busy lady that she was, would write back such encouraging words. If I was discouraged, she was there with a word of cheer, if I was happy, she was smiling with me, and if I was overwhelmed, what a comfort she was! Many words were passed between the two of us, and God began to form a special bond of friendship between her and I.
Then there was that night where my heart felt broken. Life just seemed laden with trials at that time, and my mommy's tears seemed like they could have been mine as well. During the song service that night, my friend sang a beautiful song, "He Is Here." My heart was hurting, but hearing her sing comforted my heart. Afterwards, she walked over to where I was sitting, and without a word wrapped her arms around me as she caressed me in her arms. I felt safe and did not want to leave that sweet embrace. That night she was Jesus to me, being comfort to a mourning heart. The memory of that time shall forever live with me.
In my heart I am confident that God designed this friendship. My friend is a very special person. I love to see the way she looks at her husband, how twenty-four years later they still act like they are on their honeymoon. I love how she takes the time to invest in my life, being a listening ear when I need to unload or offering advice when I ask for it. I love how she loves Jesus and lives Jesus and praises Jesus. If anything, I want her example etched in my heart so I can be a true friend to others like she has been to me.
