God heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds. -Psalm 147:3
About a month ago I felt the Holy Spirit lay it on my heart to do more for my friends. I have been saddened about the depth of my friendships and their growth rate.
I remember when I was a child it was very simple to have friends, to hang out with them, to get into trouble with them, and share life with them. The older I get the more I realize what kind of work it takes to obtain and retain those friendships.
There was a time when I felt I did not need friends because I had my husband and everything that came along with that title. Little did I know. I began to feel depressed and lonely, not because my husband was not involved in my life but because he was all of my life. I know that sounds bad but God designed men and women different for a reason. Marriage is a unifying of two people that fit together so well, filling in each others gaps, that they cannot come a part without damage being done; “two become one flesh.” A friendship between two female friends is something the husband cannot fulfill because female friends get each other, they speak the same language, and the same goes for two male friends.
There are things that my girl friends understand, can relate to, and provide advice for that my husband just does not grasp even though he is actually, an honest-to-goodness, Rocket Scientist.
I had missed that connection and was desperate to gain it back again but was not sure how to start. I had lots of friends but not a lot I would say were my close-nit friends or best friends. I had friends I would have play dates with, ones I would call to babysit my kids, some that would come to my house for a BBQ, and those that would call when they needed something but less than a handful of ones that were deep sisterly type of friendships.
It had bothered me for awhile when I happened to come across an article that said for me to do more for the friendships that I have. I mass messaged all of my female friends to ask if there was something I could pray about for them. I explained that they could private message an answer to me, tell me in person, or if they felt comfortable enough they could reply to all.
Messages started rolling in. I was blown away at how much these ladies silently suffered with but would gladly share if only you were to ask. My heart ached for the pain, suffering, fear, struggles, grief, despair, desire, and loneliness these ladies were going through.
I started a prayer journal and have been dedicating time to pray specifically for their requests. A few days ago, God laid the above verse on my heart to remind me that He is aware of the situation. On this same day, someone I had not personally spoken to in two years contacted me with an intense heartfelt apology wanting to rebuild our friendship.
He healed my broken heart and all I had to do was pray for the healing of others.
Not Yet But Getting There! (notyetproverbs31)
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