Friends, often a word we take for granted, even the meaning we take for granted at times. I have a dear sweet friend who has never ask anything of me. Yet, she patiently waits to hear the latest happenings in my life, offer advice when I ask, and never utters a word to anyone else. She is really a friend of the rarest kind. Supportive, understanding, kind, loving, sympathetic, when I hurt….she hurts, in return I feel as though I give back very little. Her life is full. Yet she has never had any time for herself. Her family depends on her. Her husband has MS and is in a nursing home. Her sons still want mom to “fix it”, her oldest is leaving this county for the very first time next month for a new job. He’s terrified! Her youngest, although he does live away, is still the kid that talks to mom until 2 a.m. making sure he is doing things right in his life. Asking for her approval, so not necessary as she has always been so proud of her sons and their accomplishments. Last November, her mother (a widow) found out she had cancer. She struggled with this news as her mom told her. The doctors said her mom wouldn’t make it past December. The strong woman she is, she dropped her job as a beautician , and stayed by her mom’s side, moving in with her mom to aid in her needs. Still going to the nursing home to care for her husband and finding time for friends like me. At 2:20 a.m. this morning her momma past away…relief mixed with pain as she watched her mom take her last breathes. Her momma died as gracefully as she lived. My friend, worn to bare bones, for the first time has no idea what to do…..her life is changing so quickly. As we spoke on the phone this evening, I could hear her tears falling, and hear the pain in her voice. How I wish I could comfort her and give her rest. All I could do was the same thing she has always done for me…comfort, be patient, kind, understanding, loving, supportive and sympathetic. Finally I knew, I knew of the helplessness she felt each time she listened to my heart-break. The joy she shared with me each happy moment in my life. I knew it was time for me to be her friend and step up to the plate, dig in, and say I am here for anything you need. When she called, she didn’t need me to say a single word, she just needed for me to listen, she needed for me to hear her heart. To be her friend. I love you sweet friend…..I am so sorry for you loss….I am here…..
How many times do we need God to just hear our heart? He’s always here…..