It was Prom.
Such a beautiful evening.
Each moment a gift to be treasured.
Because you never know when they may be gone.
I ask for one thing.
A family picture; from Prom.
I have none from the boy.
A request I make.
And this is what I get.
I love it.
Always room for a giggle.
Somehow there is always a space though.
I don’t know how it works.
In the center.
A hole in my heart that burns.
Yet a hole that was filled last night by the joy seen.
A reminder of life.
Life long friends.
Gods gift to us.
Hold them close.
My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command. I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you.
Throwing it back to my High School days. When I chose God over everything else.
In turbulent times, He reached out and touched my life.
Set me on a solid rock with a firm foundation.
And I have never turned back.
He has filled me with joy. . . even when the unspeakable happens.
I am forever grateful.
He knew the storms that would come my way.
He knew I would need Him.
He knew my friends would be needed to hold me through these days.
I cherish all my friendships, whether they been for 40 years or 40 days.
The gift of friendship.
What a thing.
What a thing.