When my friends hurt, I hurt.
As my mother described me so many years ago...
When I have a friend hurting, crying or grieving, I sit with them.
I feel I may be a magnet for the hurting... but that's okay with me.
I have amazing friends. In the past several months, my group of friends has exploded...which is good because I had so many lost recently.
Okay, Beth, I know I didn't lose you as a friend you just moved to TEXAS...but it seems like it sometimes. Especially when tomorrow I start the routine of dropping kids at school and somehow I feel I'll find myself trying to drive to your house for coffee only, you're not there. Love you lady!
But really, my group of amazingly close friends has grown a lot these past months. Some from entering a new season in life. Some from jobs. Some from family. And some old friends who have popped back around.
Anyways back to broken hearts...
I've had several friends hurting in so many different ways recently. It seems my phone rings often and well it sucks and it doesn't. It sucks my friends are hurting but I'm so glad I can be here for them.
Whether it's a puppy, hospital trip (or many), or broken relationships, I'm here. I listen. I love. And you all know I'm the last to make any judgement.
My heart is full of prayers for all of you. I want you to know (once again) I'm here. I'm praying. I love you. I'm not going anywhere. AND most of all, I feel blessed to have you in my life.
Alright girlfriends...it time to get serious about some girls nights! We need to laugh and love each other and let loose. Call me or text me its time to get out!
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