It was fun for awhile. Sin always is. It was chaotic and I played in it and invited others along. Some participated, some grimaced, some watched for entertainment, and some attacked.
Then the eye of the storm passed and the crowd began to dissipate. As the pounding rains gave way to a light drizzle, the air grew still and the noises quieted down.
It was there that I found my real friends.
The ones who call and message just to check in. I know they are relieved the hurricane is over. But they’ve seen the aftermaths of my storms and they know I need support. They also know I’m still feeling too damaged to ask for it most days.
So they reach out first.
Some are related by blood, others by experiences. All are considered loved ones.
Popularity is measured in quantity. True friendship is measured in quality.
Quality over quantity. How many times were we taught that growing up?
It’s true that we never stop learning these life lessons. This is one I’m understanding for the first time.
It’s becoming less of a painful lesson, though, and more of a soul-strengthening bond within me. I knew this truth; I’d taught it to many students over the years. But we see what we want to sometimes.
And oh this trusting heart that so easily besets me….💔
But no matter how many spectators departed, the faithful still remained.
For that I will be eternally grateful.
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1 Thessalonians 5:11
Wherefore comfort yourselves together, and edify one another, even as also ye do.
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