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Friends For Life!

I woke up thinking about the people in my life. Not my family or acquaintances, I'm talking about my friends that are loyal companions. The one's that are always cheering for you, building you up when you're feeling down, and know how you're feeling with no words exchanged. I'm thankful that I have established a friendship as such, but it doesn't happen automatically. It must be built little by little, but once it's created, you can't separate it. It's similar to a marriage - it involves trust and work. You work through the good and the bad, and through the ups and the downs of the changes that come your way during the relationship. It takes commitment, respect, love, humility, and faith. Lasting relationships involve willingness to give and receive, and not just material items. You need to be the kind of friend that when you say you can count on me whenever you need me, you mean it. You need to be able to give of yourself mutually. We'd all love to have a faithful friend, but forget that a lasting relationship is a mutual effort - there needs to be balance.

I'm still not quite sure why I woke up thinking about friendship, but I'm thankful that my good friend has been in my life for 25 years. We have mutual respect for one another, genuine commitment, and faith in God. Maybe my message this morning was a reminder for me to be grateful for the friendship that I've been blessed with, so with that being said, thank you Denise Germroth for your unconditional friendship, and thank you God for the blessing of a true friend.




Life without friendship is like the sky without the sun.

Peace, love and hugs!


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