Shelby and I sat in Barista on Alberta St, reading The Four Loves by C.S. Lewis:
In this, frienship exhibits a glorious "nearness by resemblance" to Heaven itself where the very multitude of the blessed (which no man can number) increases the fruition which each has of God. For every soul, seeing Him in her own way, doubtless communicates that unique vision to all the rest. That, says an old author, is why the Seraphim in Isaiah's vision are crying "Holy, Holy, Holy" to one another. The more we thus share the Heavenly Bread between us, the more we shall all have.
I am overwhelmed with how rich God has blessed me with friendship. Even though I'm in Portland studying my rear end off and starting a new and somewhat intimidating season of nursing, my family in Monmouth are still linked arm in arm with me. I still feel the strength of their hearts behind me. How can that be so? The answer is that Friendship, the way it was meant to be, is supernatural.
Ask the Lord for friends, and He will dump buckets of plenty on your head, give you people that you are humbled to serve with, to spend time with. He will lavish you with people who will call you out, who will remind you who you are, and who will always point you back to His heart.
...oh, by the way...Shelby and I had the best day.
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