A Friend Loves


Today is my birthday.

I have been reading messages from my friends wishing me a happy day.

Many people at work said, “Happy birthday!” to me, as well.

At some point tonight, reading the messages on my phone and on my computer, I began thinking about the people who were contacting me.

One friend I had lived next door to when my second child was born.

Another couple of friends I had met when I was in the 4th grade.

Friends from high school and college were wishing me a great day along with people I had met in just the last few years.

I’m not quite sure how to express it, but having all these friends from different points in my life converge on the same day to communicate with me was, well…..stirring up some introspection.

It’s normal to look back over your life and think of good times, as well as bad times.

That usually happens just one chapter of life at a time, though, like randomly remembering your last year of college or the first year at a certain job.

Today, it was like reading the opening lines to practically every chapter in the book of my life as I saw friends’ names pop up on text messages and social media.

I am quietly considering what a great blessing my friendships have been over all these years.

Love cannot be purchased, but the bonds between those we have shared seasons of our lives with are priceless.

God has made me rich.

Rich with friends.

Rich with love.

Rich with life eternal in Him.


A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity.

—Proverbs 17:17


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