A Day in the Life of a Friendship

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Sometimes in a true friendship there will be dark days..........


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Days when hope says to pain, "Come, sit with me and drink the blend of sharing."


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We will walk this path together, hand in hand, arm in arm, soul in soul, heart in heart,



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We will share good news and bad



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in the spirit of One--


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True friendship will help clear obstacles from your path........


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so that you can continue on your journey--


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It will even stop along the way with you when breath comes hard or souls wear out--


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It is willing to venture down unfamiliar roads with you....



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giving you courage and faith to navigate whatever lies beyond the next bend.......


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assuring that you can bridge whatever comes into view-----



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True friendship will gently guide you to stronger arms who will lift you up and bring you
to a spacious place,



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It will point you to a brighter day, a bluer sky, a silver-lined cloud,



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and remind you that in God's world, every star is numbered and called by name



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and not even a single sparrow falls to the ground except God knows and cares.



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True friendship sparkles like crystals on a dancing sea


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 In the form of God's likeness, true friendship gives beauty for ashes, garments of praise and joy to replace a wardrobe of heaviness, sorrow, and defeat.


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2010-the Year of Longings

This post is dedicated to my precious friend, Joyce. We spent the day together today. I took all the pictures except the very last one of the sunset. Her husband, Bob, took it last night. They live about an hour's drive from Little Rock. While they were experiencing this sunset, I was in a closet with tornado warning sirens going off. Yes, this beautiful sunset was the result of a tremendous line of storms that went through central Arkansas. Out of ashes, beauty. Yes, Lord, I see. I love you, Lord. I love you, Joyce.

And last but certainly not least--right before I started to leave, Joyce and I were working on some computer stuff and Bob said he was going down to the lake to make a few casts--he came back no more than five minutes later with this beautiful large-mouth bass. They both said it was rather small compared to what he usually catches.

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