friends come in all shapes and sizes. they come at different seasons, different times of life.
we have old friends, we have new friends.
very seldom, though, do friends emerge and prove themselves over time to be true friends.
and I've been thinking about that, recently. among other things. in fact, I've been thinking about a lot of things lately but I've been having a hard time finding anyone to tell any thing to.
maybe it's juvenile. I don't know. maybe it's just growing up. maybe it just happens.
but there were friends. old friends. quick friends. at one time, yes, new friends.
yes, you were friends. we drove far, we stayed a long time, and part of my heart broke there when everyone left. I took some of the pieces with us when we left. I tried not to make a scene, make a fuss. time moves on, I suppose. and me - I'm out of sight, out of mind. it only hurts so bad because I missed all of you, though. so much. I don't want a fan fair when we come back down the free way, I don't want to force any of you in to doing anything that you'd rather not do. maybe all I wanted was to spend an evening with you. because we drove far. because I've missed you. because gas cost money.
but now I'm finding that, part of growing up is realizing how many people really didn't ever like you as much as you thought you did. and part immaturity is connecting the dots, wondering what was real, wondering what wasn't real. part of being human is being hurt.
part of knowing God is knowing the comfort the Lord brings.