Missing My Friend

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I wrote this during a dry season in my life

Someone I once knew dearly.
We had great times together.
We laughed. We cried.
I could sit at the kitchen table across from my friend and share many memories.
Sometimes we would catch each other’s eye and just smile.
My Lord, so full of wonder. So full of love…..
It now seems ages ago since I met with my friend.

The other day someone spoke about my friend.
With such fervor.
I could tell that this person had been with my friend………..because she is feeling what I used to feel.
Just the mention of the name Jesus by her pinches my gristly heart and reminds me of what a stranger my friend had become to me.
Had Jesus moved away?

Or was it I who moved?


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