If you’ve lived past the age of seven, you know how a friendship can go awry from an angry word, a lazy forgetfulness, a lie, etc. What the world needs more of is love, and especially the brave love that fights for a failing friendship.
Without going into all the details of what went wrong, I want to start with the meeting. We agreed on a park and time, gathered and prayed together, then started with the apologies. Only afterward did we move onto explaining our hurts.
Up to the last hour before the meeting, I hadn’t known if someone would find an excuse not to come. But everyone came. It was the first victory of the night.
I’d initiated this meeting. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that text and email are weak substitutes for looking someone in the eye and saying, “I’m sorry. What I did was inexcusable.” or “That was my anger talking. I didn’t mean that.”
An honest eye is worth a thousand texts.
We took turns sharing. I even used a timer so no one monologued. At first I was afraid that putting rules on the discussion would make it too regimented, but when my friends embraced the structure, I realized that it made them feel safe.
By the end of this talk, the circle of women that had begun as a ring of anxiety, hurt, and distrust, fused to a new ring of hope, forgiveness, and cautious laughter. We were able to hug, shedding tears of more apologies, and hard hearts softened.
As I folded up our blanket, my heart weighed heavy with thankfulness. I’d seen a miracle of women who trusted Jesus enough and held the friendship sacred enough to choose the uncomfortable steps when it was easier to just walk away.
Under a July sky, the friendship breathed its first healthy breath in months.
Do you have a friendship that’s on the rocks that you want to reconcile or an awesome story of how you’ve worked it out in the past? I love hearing them, so please share!