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Five Minute Fridays #Visit

It's been several weeks for me to exercise my brain and type.  Gonna give it a try with Kate at Heading Home to write for five minutes about one word....

Friendship is built out of many things.  Notes scrawled thick in your own hand.  Arms wrapped in hugs that actually mean something.  Sideways knowing smiles that mean more than words.  Hearts that actually listen and look beyond the surface.  Many times friendships blossom deeply in the visits.

Sometimes clouds hang thick, dark and block out the sunshine your soul thrives best in.  You miss it. You don't feel yourself anymore and can't quite figure out how to chase the clouds away and see azure sky stream through.  You just can't quite pick out what's not working.  You don't know what exactly is wrong.
And then your true blue childhood friend decides to visit.  You know one of those rare friends that has known you at all stages of your life.  Sees you in the full spectrum of who you have been, are, and knows better than most who you might become.  Sees you in all your colors and hasn't decided to run.   Like light shafting strong and golden they show up at your doorstep with that
I-know- you -better -than- almost- you -do -Smile.

I had one of those visits this week.  Snow balls flying through the yard, icicles dripping, and cheeks kissed bright red. Our kids sledding together.  And she and I just sat curled up couch side talking and really listening as the winter sun slid goodbye.  Both of us in the thick of difficult times. Confusion.  But both of us deeply committed to helping each other see the spring ahead.  It's amazing how a visit can stretch a smile across your face, relax your shoulders, and make you feel like you again.  Maybe for the first time in such a long time.


  1. Such beautiful words, and a precious visit. I'm thanking God you have a friend like that, and I loved how you described her! We all need someone like that in our lives. Thank you for sharing your words and your visit with us. Loved it! May God bless you today!


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