My Friend

I close my eyes and I see my friend’s face, and I miss it so. There is a song that I recently heard that, although it is a bit romantic, explains well the way I feel. My heart is sad when I realize the distance between us, and I have no way of knowing if we’ll ever be so close again. I know we both must move on, and this means she will find other friends who warm her heart and make her smile, friends she can sit and talk with about everything we used to talk about, friends who connect with her the way I connect with her. Although there is a part of me that is joyful at this thought, there is still a very selfish part that wants to hold on to that connection and keep it all to myself. The child in me cries out, “She’s MY best friend!” and even though I realize the childishness of this emotion, it is there all the same. I want the best for her, I want her to be happy, and I know that may mean someone else takes my place as her best friend. And that makes me sad. So I recognize my selfish attitude and yet I cling to the thought that maybe, just maybe, we’ll be able to remain so close – as close as we ever were, or even closer still.

But for now I close my eyes and lift her up in prayer, asking our Father to bless her abundantly, even with new forever friendships.

I miss you, friend.