These are the faces and personalities that are held in my heart. Some of them I've know since my junior high days, others I've know for a few years, while others for only a year. Three hours separates us, but that doesn't break the bond. They have made me laugh until I cry, they have let me rant about things while they just sit there and simply listen until I'm done, they have accepted me without question, going along with my faults and the silly, funny things that I do. They have supported me and been there for me, they have prayed for me. There is something about being such good friends that when you see each other after two and a half months or more (or two years), nothing changes. You're able to pick up right where you left off. The moments of laughter, bonfires, singing and just discussing things that make your time together so meaningful and memorable.
There is something about being friends.
There is something about being brothers and sisters in Christ.
I'm so grateful that God chose to put these people in my life. I miss them when I'm away, but I'm so grateful for modern ways of communication. They are like family to me, and when you think about, they really are. There's something about having that bond in Christ. I love them like family.
I complain about living three hours away. Then I think that I really have nothing to complain about. Yes, it's hard, but God is good. My friends are still there for me, they're still able to make me laugh and to pray for me over the internet, a text message, or a letter. I'm blessed.
Thank-you, God, for friends.
