This past weekend, I had the pleasure of spending three whole days with my best mate Tasha. We were both free of parental duties for the duration, and planned in advance what we were going to do: whatever we wanted, whenever the whim whacked us to do so. While she was here, we managed to eat an incredible amount of (sensational) chocolate, watched (multiple) movies, ate out at several restaurants (without children!), talked practically non-stop (with the exceptions of the previous points) and very nearly laughed our faces off.
On the last night the wet-season’s first tropical storm rolled in and as we listened to the rain lullaby the night, our conversation yet again returned to what was concerning us in our own lives, and how it could all possibly be resolved. The rain drummed harder, the air slowly cooled, and the answers became clearer.
Just not to ourselves.
Tasha is one of the women of grace that Michelle posted about, and would be the first to laughingly tell you that she most certainly is not. She is loyal, passionate, faithful and obedient to the Lord. She listens for and follows the Spirit, even if it takes a year (or more) for the initial prompting to bear obvious, visible fruit. Her whole life is a testament to her faith, her determination, her character and commitment to what she knows is right, true and important. Seeing that – knowing that – about her, I can see that the change that is occurring in her life will of course go well. It’s what the Lord has prepared her for, is the culmination of following the Holy Ghost and counsel – how could it not go astonishingly well?
She cannot see it, even though it’s blindingly obvious to me. Oddly enough, she believes the same about my future. As we lay under the fan, frogs cheering on the rain, her confidence in my future slowly seeped into my thoughts, quietly – irresistibly – drowning some of my own doubts and fears. The faith we have in the Lord to look after the other is as soaking as the monsoon, an abundance which helps us survive the deserts we’ve wandered in, floating us a little closer to being able to grab with both hands what we both have been hoping for, waiting for, for such a long, difficult time – dreamed of change that is so tantalising, achingly close.
Do you have more confidence in or about a close friend’s life than your own? Do you believe your friends when they are positive about what your future may hold? What blessings – physical, emotional, spiritual, culinary, social, or mental – have you unexpectedly received from having close friendships? Do you have the type of friendships you long for?
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