Pick Up Friendship

It was a night of introduction and getting to know classmates, otherwise known as The Freshmen Reception. Multiple tables crowded the small cafeteria, and I sat with my Dad, who also greeted us as one of the Professors. The two of them walked over to our table with the warmest smiles. They were sisters with contagious fun and laughter, and soon our table sparked with joyful conversation. Right away, I had a hunch that we would be good friends that year. But the season for our time together was only that one year. . .

Yet, that year formed a foundation for friendship throughout time and even decades. Our lives have traveled diverse and different paths, but there have always been those times of intersection. Times for meeting one another and picking up right up where we had left our relationship before.

More and more I find myself relishing these friendships. I'll never forget how comforting it was to have this special friend right by my side when I had to bury my father a few years ago. Her kindly gift of an embroidered handkerchief for my unending tears brought me comfort even more than sympathetic words. Just to have her walk with me that weekend reaffirmed the blessing of our friendship. So when I heard the news of her mother's passing, I wanted to reach out. And thankfully, I could meet her sister here for lunch.

Once again the years have been many, but you never would have known. Her warmth and joy instantly greeted me in the restaurant lobby. We hugged and picked up right where we left off. Yes, there have been many seasons pass from when we had been together before, but that didn't interfere with the closeness that we shared from one an other's heart. . .

Pick up friendship, priceless in it's worth. . . just another reminder that friends aren't measured by spending all their time with you. True friendship will always find a way, through out all the passages of life, to pick up once again with you . . .

"A friend loves at all times, and a (sister) is born for adversity."
Proverbs 17:17

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