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There is nothing like an evening out with girlfriends. . . there is so much to say, so many stories to share, so much to laugh about, and real time to listen to one another. On this last day of the first decade of 2000, the morning after that evening, I am grateful and full of thanks for "my girls". Grateful for my nursing buddies of 30 years ago, who even now stay connected with me on Facebook and through our annual Christmas letters. Many miles separate us all, but we are always able to pick up conversation right where we left off; it's never hard to fill in the gaps. I'm grateful for my college girlfriend, who walked with me during my Dad's funeral days, sharing hugs, memories, and tears. I'm thankful for the girlfriends I have had through the various work settings I have been in, and especially glad that we still make an effort to get together even though we may not work in the same place now. As a child, our family moved a lot, so it seemed that I was always having to make new friends, and was unable to have any lasting friendships. But now, I realize as an adult, I have cultivated some of the best friends, and they have not only blessed me, but blessed my family as well. And for that I am thankful!">blockquote>The Fragrance of Friendship

Like the perfume of the rose,
the aroma of the jasmine,
the lingering scent of the lily,
fragrances sweet, yet distinct,
thoughtful touches of our heavenly Maker,
to grace his world in gentle reminders of Himself.

So friendships like fragrances,
sweet, savory scents for the soul,
personal love notes of our Savior,
to soften, refresh, and enhance our lives.

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