Bouquets of Friends

I've noticed that I don't so much pick my friends as they pick me, or maybe more accurately, we become friends as a result of circumstances, not because of a strategic plan on my part.

Does that mean that I am a lazy friend? Does that mean that others should not value my friendship? No, I don't think so. Our friendships are valid and strong and nonetheless beautiful despite their haphazard origins. We are thrown together in shared activities (our kids' soccer team) or whatever, and relationship grows.

For me, it doesn't happen with everyone in my path -- I think there are probably others who become friends with everyone they meet! How wonderful! -- but for me, there is some sort of chemistry that either takes place or doesn't.

And as I get older, I love the decades-long friendships that I have with a few people. We've seen each other through all sorts of life experiences, and the depth of our relationships is comforting.

On the other hand, it is still a delight to make a new friend. The uncharted territory of new perspectives, new opinions, new experiences is exciting. (And suddenly all my old stories are new again!)

Friends are certainly one of the sweetest blessings in life.

Over the years I've realized that all my friends are not created equal. By that, I mean that each person has his/her own personality, strengths, and weaknesses. Each person is valuable for his/her own unique traits, and one of the best things in my life is that my friends contribute to my daily walk in many different ways.

There are friends that make me laugh. There are friends that see through me and hold me accountable. There are friends who talk about deep thoughts with me. There are friends who are comforting to share time with, and on and on.

I'm blessed to have a whole bouquet of friends.