A Moving Lesson: Friends
Moving was traumatic, and although we are fully and finally “moved,” the experience is not yet over.
We’re all still a little off-kilter from the stress and exhaustion of it all. The unpacking is going just as slowly and painfully as the move itself did.
And there are lessons learned that we are still working through.
Here’s my latest thought:
I have no “girlfriends” locally.
Certainly the three sweet ladies listed in my post on The Move were true friends in a time of need…
But on that other level, they are not people I know intimately, and share my heart with.
It made their help all the more a lovely light of Christ… But it pointed out to me just how isolated I am from other women.
Most of my “closest friends” in that sense are online.
I am blessed to be able to have fellowship with like-minded ladies around the globe. But they can’t help you move!
What do do with this lesson, I’m not sure… But it’s in there.
Maybe the lesson is in reciprocity. What have you done for people locally in the personal sense? Whom have you helped move? I know you have young kids, but everyone has something. If you don’t put yourself out there to help others, don’t be surprised if they don’t put themselves out there for you.
My goodness, what is with the personal attack?
Assumptions are dangerous.