Thursday, July 07, 2011

The Pianist

I just got off the phone with one of my oldest friends. Okay, she's not really old, we've just known each other forever. A girl from Ontario went to California to become a singer...there she met a girl from Saskatchewan, who could play piano like no one else. (I'm the one from Ontario)
22 years have come and gone...our lives have been lived, both very different than we expected. There has been heart break, joy, impatience, sorrow, and hope.
She cut my hair for me, broke up with a boy for me (at Disneyland no less....apparently for him it wasn't the happiest place on earth.) What have I done for her? well some computer stuff way back when....I've tried to listen when I could...be a friend.
The past few years for her have been a test. Living day to day, trying to find God in the midst of destruction, frustration and pain. Trying to figure out how to walk through the muck and mire of broken relationships, and learning to shake off the past, the heaviness and re-learn to walk in freedom once again.
And for that, I am grateful. I am thankful, that even though there was an unexpected turn in her life...she doesn't blame God, she still seeks Him. She doesn't want to hold hands with bitterness the rest of her life, but wants to choose to live in forgiveness. And may God walk closely with her, as she strives to move forward.
Out of the ashes.

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