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As circumstances have allowed the two of us

a chance for re-acquaintance…

with this one I can trust,

and the other, sensing security,

acceptance from me,

both women created especially for friendship…

yet, perhaps I was created as well,

as one pointing the way to Him,

walking side by side,

supporting, affirming, believing for her,

when toddler faith wobbles,

to be her special friend on this journey—

a journey she has just begun,

on the road I have traveled for years.

Our spirits intertwined by amazement

at His gifts, His goodness,

His perfect timing,

the full knowing of His children,

and loving us besides,

long before we were aware of His existence.


In the merging of our paths,

minds co-joined, souls connected,

mirroring shared concerns, twin desires

for stronger faith, deeper humility, a greater work…

promised peace and grace and joy and extravagant goodness,

fulfillment in a fallen world,

victory over indifference.

We two never run out of things to say—

more, time runs out for saying it all in.

The more of each other’s company we absorb,

the more we recognize,

she and I are not meant to be isolated,

islands, lone beings without contact…

for God is the God of relationships,

the One Who breathed and then breathed His last

as the great Reconciler.

And He Who brought us together

knows best how to shape a constancy

created by shared love for His incomparable Sacrifice.

Though, the grudging one seeks to tear us apart,

tearing any and all apart,

delighting in severed relationships,

broken promises, neglected vows,

seeking to rip one from another, and another, and more,

separating by lack of commonality,

blinding us to complementary differences accomplishing good.

This longing for wholeness, for closeness, restoration,

will not be completely resolved

until forever,

when new bodies replace earthly shells.

But in friendship we are given a sampling,

a taste of true communion,

and the benefits of reconciliation.

So much He desires to pour out on us

if only we let Him draw our fearful selves out of dark corners—

away from pity, debilitating as it is,

crippling ambition to reach beyond ourselves—

bringing those even a little willing

into the Light,

to the glorious communion of loving others

as we are loved by Him.

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I don’t speak French, yet this I understand…

You are missing from me.

Yes, my sweet friend—


you, a rose of youth still waiting to bloom—

I cannot hope but this next parting will not be for long.

Because you and I are not quite whole without the other,

as friendship requires two.

Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, one will lift up his companion. But woe to him who is alone when he falls, for he has no one to help him up.  –  Ecclesiastes 4:9-10