Today’s Five Minute Friday prompt from Lisa-Jo Baker is WRITE. I have to write for five minutes on that topic.
I’m just starting to like this writing-thing that I do on my blogs. The group of 4 other bloggers that meet together to discuss ideas, layouts, blog names, and other accomplishments has made me more accountable and stronger in the blogging experience.
These girlfriends I have invite each other to share giveaways and promote one another. They poll each other for blog post fodder. We all laugh and cry and support each other. Just like girlfriends in this life should. The first people I told about a blogging win were my blogging girlfriends. I know two of them from college and one of the other girls introduced the other two and we’ve never met. And instead of being jealous of the others’ wins, we love and congratulate.
12 “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. 13 Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. 14 You are my friends if you do what I command you. 15 No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.
So, before I could even kick off the new year, my husband called me at work around 4 PM and said that the computer network was down and he was going to have to stay until the IT guy got there from 45 minutes away AND stay until the IT guy was done. I asked him if his boss realized that it was New Year’s Eve and that we might (and did) have plans? We changed some logistical plans and I waited. The IT guy got there at about 5:15 (my hubby works until 5 PM and was the only supervisor working). I sent my son down to drive him home, so he didn’t have to wait until the next bus. Meanwhile, I couldn’t put food in the oven. I had to wait.
I realize that my word for 2013 was patience, but sometimes I’m just not that patient. And my word for 2012 was grace. Ahhh…shoot that arrow into my heart. While I drove home, my mind raced and I was so upset. I want to be with our friends for New Year’s Eve. I want things to be perfect. I WANT TO BE IN CONTROL!!! Sorry for shouting.
And again, it’s about me, me, me. Not always the most appropriate thing for it to be about. I can’t let my husband’s boss control my evening and ruin my New Year’s Eve. The healthier, more appropriate thing to do would be to extend some grace to the boss and pray for him. Extend love. It prevents me from getting another tension headache and allows me to comfort my husband, in turn allowing him to enjoy his evening as well.
Meanwhile, he got home on time. I was able to cook what I needed to cook. And we arrived at our friend’s house on time. Crisis averted. And all that worrying, complaining, moaning, raging, anger, and bad thoughts for nothing.
Hatred stirs up quarrels, but love makes up for all offenses.
I love this time of year; when we finally reach November and the countdown to Thanksgiving begins.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of the year. One that encompasses my favorite people and the best food. Food that I would never consider cooking at any other time of the year.
I love that my family invites other people to share our table; people that might have spent the day alone. I love that with all the fuss over the food, that we use paper plates to cut down on the kitchen clean-up time.
My family knows that it’s not about the fancy stuff or the China and crystal, but it’s about the relationships and the time spent with one another that’s the most important thing.
I was reading a bunch of posts this week about a young lady who’s dying as you read this post. Sara or Gitz as she’s known to her readers, has a lot of friends; online ones and in real life ones. I realized through some of those other friends’ blogs that I’ve always wanted to have a group of girls that I was friends with that when we got together we could discuss our lives, our families, our jobs, our faith, and all the problems of the world.
I had some great girlfriends when I was growing up. We’re still friends today, but don’t see each other very often. We have a great time when we get together, but we’re not really IN each others’ lives like we used to be.
I have a best friend. Kathy & I were best friends in the mid-80’s while I was in college. We worked the 6 AM to 2:30 PM shift at the group home, go home and catch a few Zzz’s, then head out for a night of cruising the beach and flirting with the boys. We’d get a few hours of sleep before we did it all over again. It was a fabulous time. She met her husband and moved away and I got married. And then there was a misunderstanding and falling out. VERY long story. The best part is that we were reunited 3 years ago and catching up was like we hadn’t talked in a week. I love talking to her. I miss being with her.
My mom and her best friend, Janet, had been friends since 2nd grade. Janet used to go on vacation with my parents. We teased that she was my dad’s second wife. Then, Janet got really sick a few years ago and spent the last just over 4 years of her life fighting cancer. When she died, my mom’s other girlfriend had already moved away and she found herself without a close friend anymore. We turned to each other to talk out what was going on in our lives. We talk every day anyway, so it was good that I could be the one my mother turned to when she needed to talk about something that’s been going on.
Whether I have 1 friend or 10 friends, I really do know that I’m truly blessed by the ones that I have. I imagine I’ll never have that group of women friends, but that’s ok. The friends that I have are the best!
Proverbs 18:24 A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.