I wrote this at a time in my life when I had recently moved away from all my friends and my support system. What a gift to have new and old friends.
My recent journey took me off course and I became a lone tributary-then a barely trickling stream until I was almost all dried up.
How I long to find my way back to the River of Friendship. The fresh, bubbling spray of refreshment as friends are carried along the path being carved out as a riverbed. A place for us to splash, dance and laugh together. We navigate over sharp, jagged rocks as a prevailing force; together we make those rough places smooth. We ebb and flow, becoming placid and restful or wild and foaming, laughing as we pour over the falls; spraying our friendship and creating a rushing symphony of rainbow drops and a deafening roar to drown out the cares of this world. We shout out our praise and exhort one another to keep going, don’t stop, persevere, as we leap over the falls, urging others to join us in our brave quest.
Until…we are transformed into a quiet pool of reflection and rest. We mirror the beauty of the sky: smooth liquid glass that welcomes a falling leaf or bruised petal to float peacefully on the surface, providing support, joy and refreshment. We invite those river-watchers stuck along the riverbank to plunge in and be part of us.
I am willing to dip my toe in, to take a tentative step forward, to immerse my feet, legs and body and eventually to plunge headlong into the River of Friendship, willing to risk being a part of the flow once again.
A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken. Ecclesiates 4:12 NLT