I use to own a second hand store and one day while I was slogging through piles of clothing, and trying to organize some boxes a woman came in and said that she wanted to help me. I couldn’t believe my ears, but I wasn’t about to argue with her.
As we worked we talked. I really can’t remember who talked the most. We seemed to have so much in common that one of us could start a conversation and the other could finish it. We were like Siamese twins attached at the heart. We did everything together, much to the dismay of our husbands who were nothing alike at all.
We loved the same things. We had similar goals. We shared the same spiritual understandings. It was awesome! I never felt so linked to another woman in my life.
Looking back on it now I am really glad that I had found a good friend before her to practice on, because when Cherie Lynn came into my life it was just what I needed. I am really glad that I had learned enough to know how to be a friend and how to keep a friend and that I did not drive her off.
God brought me Cherie Lynn at just the right time. I t wan not very long after that I was in a serious situation with an abusive husband and my life was not very good. I use to bake whenever I got depressed and I lived in a run down little shack that was decorated in third world motif. Cherie Lynn would come over and there I was with my little kids, my hair a mess and a glaze in my eyes. I would smile my best worn out smile and she would look at the stacks of cinnamon buns, bread, cakes and cookies and say, “Well I think we better take some of these goodies home with us. I am here to rescue you!”
She would happily tell my husband that she was taking me with her, and that I would be back when she was done with me. She had such a pleasant way about her that he could not argue with her. For the next three days she would give me bubble baths and foot rubs and talk to me about our dreams. She would cuddle my kids and assure them that it was all going to be okay. She listened to me cry and she talked me down from the ledge. When the time came for me to leave that mess she was the friend who stood by me through it all.
One night my church came and helped me pack some of my things and my little babies into a car. They gave me gas money and encouragement and then they put some other personal items in storage until they could come and deliver it to my new home six hours drive away. I left a lot behind that day. But I didn’t leave behind my church friends or my sister Cherie Lynn.
Friends are forever…
As we worked we talked. I really can’t remember who talked the most. We seemed to have so much in common that one of us could start a conversation and the other could finish it. We were like Siamese twins attached at the heart. We did everything together, much to the dismay of our husbands who were nothing alike at all.
We loved the same things. We had similar goals. We shared the same spiritual understandings. It was awesome! I never felt so linked to another woman in my life.
Looking back on it now I am really glad that I had found a good friend before her to practice on, because when Cherie Lynn came into my life it was just what I needed. I am really glad that I had learned enough to know how to be a friend and how to keep a friend and that I did not drive her off.
God brought me Cherie Lynn at just the right time. I t wan not very long after that I was in a serious situation with an abusive husband and my life was not very good. I use to bake whenever I got depressed and I lived in a run down little shack that was decorated in third world motif. Cherie Lynn would come over and there I was with my little kids, my hair a mess and a glaze in my eyes. I would smile my best worn out smile and she would look at the stacks of cinnamon buns, bread, cakes and cookies and say, “Well I think we better take some of these goodies home with us. I am here to rescue you!”
She would happily tell my husband that she was taking me with her, and that I would be back when she was done with me. She had such a pleasant way about her that he could not argue with her. For the next three days she would give me bubble baths and foot rubs and talk to me about our dreams. She would cuddle my kids and assure them that it was all going to be okay. She listened to me cry and she talked me down from the ledge. When the time came for me to leave that mess she was the friend who stood by me through it all.
One night my church came and helped me pack some of my things and my little babies into a car. They gave me gas money and encouragement and then they put some other personal items in storage until they could come and deliver it to my new home six hours drive away. I left a lot behind that day. But I didn’t leave behind my church friends or my sister Cherie Lynn.
Friends are forever…
1 comment:
Girlfriends are truly a gift of God!
Thank you for your kind words my beloved, precious, treasured, eternal sister and friend.
HUGS
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