Yesterday was a definete snow day. However it didnt snow hard enough and the wind didnt pick up enough for school, confirmation, etc to be called back. However my dad and his gf who were coming back from a winter trip to Las Vegas, Im sure, had an interesting flight home. Dont get me wrong? I love growing up in ND with the cold snowy winters etc but I think this winter has just dragged on to much. Im so ready for spring to be here. I want to able to go outside and ride bike, etc. Oh well lately since I havent been able to go outside Ive found myself stuck to the tv for my fave reality tv shows. Trust me Im addicted…Ive watched em all! But tonight Nashville Star comes to an end. Its going to be a close one. I truly think that its going to be between the two siblings Zac and Angela Hacker. A lot of people think Angela will win but I think Zac could totally surprise us all and win. His original song was absolutely amazing!
But enough about that, I’ve been thinking a lot about my friends. I am truly grateful that God brought each of them into my life. When I look back on my life, it’s absolutely amazing to me how and when these friends came. A lot of them were brought into my life at times when I really needed them. At camp, I finally opened up about my moms illness and was really able to openly talk about it. Musician friend was one of the people I always could count on. He was one of the first people to call me when my mom’s lithium level got too high and caused her kidneys to shut down. Even though he wasnt able to be there in person, he was there and allowed me to cry into the phone and also helped me make sense of the situation. At college, there was a friend who I really could talk too because he understood my mom’s illness. I remember one time in particular where he just held me and let me cry on his shoulders. Its hard because he later committed suicide. And for the longest time, I questioned why God would bring him into my life and then shortly thereafter take him away. Rest in peace, Chewy. At seminary, I have to say there really wasnt one specific person that was there for me because they all were in their own ways and in their own time. The class I started with was a blessing. The crew I hung out with was a blessing. When I struggled to make it through some classes, they were the ones that lifted me up and helped me get through it all. Its almost impossible to name them each by name but they all know who they are. But all of these friends mean the world to me. They are my rock when I am weak. They are my light in the midst of the darkness. And I hope that I have been that friend for them. The other day I was listening to the radio and they were talking about just taking the time during this Lenten season to write a note to a friend who could use a little cheer etc. As I listened to the dj talking, I was reminded about how many times my friends have done that for me.