Five Minute Friday.… on “Friends.”
Navy life is hard on friendships.
We’ve stayed in one place for an astounding seven years and yet so many friends have drifted in and out of our lives.
It gives me much to celebrate and much to mourn. I have the privilege of having friends literally the world over–Flung from England to Illinois to Washington and California… I get to live vicariously through their experiences of life worlds away.
In those moments of heartache though, when they need a hug or I need a hug I wish for arms that could reach and can only be thankful for the far-reaching arms of God and send my hugs through prayers.
The moving is hard. The separation from those I grew up with is hard. Heart strings stretch far, but not so much arms.
Another friend moved away this week, not because of the Navy, but because of heartache and brokenness at our church. That brokenness strains relationships that are local as well. I find, not for the first time in recent months, that my heart is lonely and I wish for more of the kinds of drop everything and go for coffee, watch the kids play, and find comfort in the well-worn grooves of familiar friendship. So I’m wading in to other venues… Intentionally seeking out opportunities to build relationships. It stretches me and I feel awkward and use analogies about ducks too often, but I also open myself to the miracle of new connections.
I just have to remind myself that the heartache side of friendship in a Navy town and as a Navy wife is all worthwhile for the privilege of wading into the deep and loving hard.