Sandwiches: A Tale of Friendship

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I need you! I need you bad!

You don’t know how much you mean to me. How often I thank God for you. You are a warm merlot on a cold night, and a refreshing glass of lemonade in the sweltering heat. I am apparently thirsty a lot.

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When I find myself lost in the woods after chasing a little white rabbit, you come after me and lead me back to the path. You bring sandwiches, because you know I’m starving.

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When I am thoughtless and insensitive, you are quick to forgive. Then you give me sandwiches, and we can sit and talk like nothing was ever wrong.

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When someone’s parent dies, you are quick to rush in and rally around that person. You help organize the funeral. You provide fried chicken, salad, and cake for the wake.

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When a baby is born, you get together to shower the mama with love and presents. You set up a schedule to bring meals to the happy but exhausted new parents.

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When I’m stubborn, you gently reason with me and hold up truth next to the almost truths I’ve been relying on, so that I can see they’re just big old lies. You don’t shout, you just hug and speak honestly.

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Church family. Friends that point me to Jesus. You are brightly colored flowers in a field of grey. You are patience and community in a world of instant gratification and individualism. You are love and faithfulness in an era rampant with selfishness and infidelity.

I need you. I love you. Thanks for all the sandwiches.

Ang

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Deb Mills says:

    I’ll have sandwiches later if you need them. Just come by. So thankful for you, Lovely, Lively One. I see Jesus in you.

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