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My Friend

There is a friend that sticks closer to me than any brother.
My friend loves me more than any other.
I Love him with a depth that the deepest well could never measure.

The other day after a answer to a hearts desire (a wheel barrow) was found on a curb for free...my friend saw it mattered to me.

He laughed and smiled and asked me "where did that come from?"..
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I told him of how I had told God I needed one.
I reminded him of when we had spoken of it together just the day before.
He laughed with me in delight.
Now to him it became "MY Treasure".
That made it His treasure too.
The very definition of friendship.
A simple worn tired wheel borrow.

Each night after work he was to be found out in the garage.
The first evening , surprised was I, as he came to me and told of how he had filled the tire.
He told me he had varnished the handles as well...
looking lovingly at me he said..."so they wont be so hard on your hands, honey".
Each day he repeated the task finishing the tin of turpentine cleaning up the brush...
He even made a special stop at lunch to get some more.

One day he made comment to me of concern that it was still possibly going to cause me a splinter.
He was so concerned.

There stands that tool to help my life with the ease it will offer to my back.

My friend...
He would give me the moon.
He could not give me a wheel barrow for budget was not amenable.
So my other friend (God) provided it,
our(God's and mine) friend (my husband ) set it to good working order.

Being friends is caring about what the other needs.
What the other cares about is as important as your own breadth.

Friendship to us is a place of safety.
Intimacy with another where trust runs as pure as a spring in a pristine forest.
We have implicit trust in each other.

When I asked him what our friendship means to him...
It is that trust.
That implicit trust that offers safety here in this realm.
That is the foundation for all the other gifts that grow along side the pure stream trickling through our years together.


Last night as he was cleaning up dung at my request, when asked me...
"would you like me to varnish this shovel handle too?...it looks like it must be hard on your hands too."? Once he offered his help to me...he then saw my needs more clearly.

Then there is that above and beyond...where we look for ways to further give to one another.
This giving is often within the confines of unique love languages.
Sometimes though as friends we step out of our common way of offering love, extending the self into those talents yet explored.
In that friendship grows.
We each grow and set the stage for safety in growth.
To grow , to allow growth and to nurture it.

Oh friendship in marriage is a primary source of growth in humanity.
Without the unity of friendship in marriages the whole of civilization shall tetter.
Within it is the sorce of a secure nation.