Some folks are friends, some are not. Some are better friends than others. Some folks are better off not pretending to be friends. Friendship is so much more than facebooking, texting, and internet socialization. I have some true true friends in life and I cannot begin to thank God enough for them. They are the kind who will drop everything for you when you need them. They'll sacrifice their time, and put their lives on hold, just to fly across the country and help you when you lose a loved one. Friends who live near you will meet you for lunch a couple of times a week to listen to you share the grief in your heart--the questions in your mind. They'll pray with you and for you.
You probably have friends like this, too.
Some friends truly care what we think about various things in life, and how we are when they ask. I realize life has a way of revolving around our own thoughts and personal struggles, needs, joy and pain. I try very hard to be that kind of friend for others. I really want to be for them what they need. I want to be this for them because I have so much myself. God has truly blessed me.
I have one friend on the internet, whose blog I always read. Even though I do not always understand where he is going with his posts, I do know from whence he came. I know how much he cares about life and his relationship with our Lord. I know he endeavors to follow Him with every thing he does. It's a blessing each time I pick up the phone and talk to him. Or get an email from him wherein we banter about goofy stuff, or opine about serious stuff. We do not talk every day. We talk a few times a year. But when we talk, it's like we were when we shared many a cup of coffee and bowl of popcorn over thirty years ago. True friendship never dies, even when geography separates and time prohibits interaction.
I have other friends who take time to be with me in a one-on-one visit and that is also a major blessing. Of late, those times have been very few and far between. Lousy health has kept me from socializing much. I think I'm getting out of sync with the world. I occasionally wonder if I've lost the ability to connect.
Ever have one of those odd conversations wherein you answer the proverbial "How-was-your-day?" question with a lot of stuff and someone picks out the most mundane thing of what you say and ignores all the rest? Here's an exaggerated example: "How are you today?"
"Well, today has been rather tumultuous...I found out I had cancer, my dog died, I painted a picture for my living-room wall, and always chew gum when I paint. I wish I had some chewing gum, forgot to buy some."
The friend writes back, "I bought five packs of gum when I went shopping today, I like Dentyne."
And that is the jist of the conversation. It's weird. You close your eyes and think..."gum?"...that's what they picked up in the reply to talk about? Hmmmn.
What does one do when a person seems that disinterested in a conversation they begin? Are we so consumed with ourself, that we fail to focus on the thoughts and the needs of others? Or is it us at all? Could we be too sensitive? touchy to a fault?
It begs an answer, though...
When folks ask how we are, do they really want to know? Does anyone actually want to know how we are? I understand the insincerity of that question in the passing one another in the check-out line. The clerk really doesn't want to know how I am. And they do not really care whether I "found everything I was looking for" that day when I shopped. It's just a question they are trained to ask. I wonder if we've so conditioned ourselves in the way things are in the world that we only care when it is convenient to care. When our minds are free of our own concerns.
Lord, I pray I am able to be more like Jesus. To see through the chatter of a woman at the well--or laundry mat. To feel the touch of needy fingers at the hem of my robe--or elbow, when they seek a moment of recognition. To notice a person above me in the trees, while others clamor for my attention. I want to see like Jesus. I want Him to help me see, feel, touch and know...so none go through life as lonely as I once did. How about you? selahV