I've been pondering the concept of friendship a lot these days. It seems that the more aware I am of what great friends I have, the deeper my longing becomes for true friends here. I know it takes time. According to many people, it typically takes 5-7 years of living in a new city to truly feel "home." That's not very encouraging for me right now. I have always been a very relational person, and I am longing for that reality here. To really know people, to truly belong to a community of friends. Even though I know it takes work and time, there are days it seems it will never happen. The funny thing is that when I reach my breaking point in regards to being lonely or wanting friends, God seems to provide me with a little encouragement to get me through.
Last week our friends, Kevin and Veronica came to the beach from Maine! I knew Kevin from growing up in the same church and Veronica and I became friends during my two years at Roberts. We were blessed to live near them for the first two years we were married and spent MANY hours together. Hard to believe that their youngest, Cameron, was 6 weeks old when they moved to Maine and Benjamin was 2. Now look at them...
We were able to spend some great time together as families and alone as adults. Don't you love having friends who are constant? I knew that even after 2 years of not seeing them, we would pick up right where we left off! No awkwardness, just real people enjoying the company of one another.
I'm still lonely. I still want to make friends...true friends! But I am even more aware this week of how blessed I am to have friends who will always be there, even from hundreds of miles away! Sometimes the distance makes the significance of those friends more important!
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