e last two weeks I have been invited to join three different groups of women from church. One group gets together once or twice a month to just play games, another group just gets together to be together and I don't remember what the other group's reason for being. It doesn't really matter anyway. Because of the time that these groups met, I had to say no to all of them. Again, that doesn't matter. What does matter to me is the fact that these women felt that they could ask me to join them. I have another group of women that I do get together with on a monthly basis. Not all of us are there each month, but those of us that can get together do. And we have a blast. We enjoy each others' company. Revel in each others' joys and cry for each others' sorrows.
I will admit to a Sally Field, they really like me, feeling. But I think we all have those feelings now and again. Whatever. But today, I am grateful for friends, friendships and the sisterhood that we all share. These different groups of women know some of my deepest sorrows, fears and despairs. And they can see past all that to the me that I want to be, the me that Father sent me here to become. And they are helping me become that woman.
One friendship at a time.
Indeed.
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