Friends in Low Places

So the recent events in my life have been quite dramatic.  It seems that my husband and I as well as our future generations are under attack for the stand that we have chosen to take on life.  From everything like the job place to family, our lives have been something else.

 But through all of this I have come to realize something…through all the low places in my life, I have some great friends!  Before college I never though of friendship as something terribly important or permanent.  We’ve all been through high school and remember its shallowness.  None of my “so-called friends” from high school are around anymore.  Never could I have trusted them or depended on them.  And yet through a series of unforseen and unique circumstances, I have gained the best possible friends. 

We often sit and contemplate how such a differing set of people could come together to form a bond of friendship that I don’t really care to describe because it would just ruin it with the cliche-ness of it. 

One of my friends is the ABSOLUTE EXACT OPPOSITE of me.  In every sense of the statement, this person is my opposite.  Spiritually-opposite, emotionally-opposite, mentally-opposite.  And yet we can relate strangely enough.  It’s actually pretty neat.  I enjoy this person who is so unlike me because it’s surprising, enlightening, and so fun to watch because you never know what’s gonna happen next.  Randomness is great!

Another friend I have is one of the best listeners in the world.  But not only does this person listen, but they have practical advice that is logical and spiritual at the same time without being flighty.  I know I can always find wise counsel in them and can rely on their confidentiality.  Trust.

Every Pooh has their Piglet, Tigger, Rabbit, and Kanga.  But what’s the gang without an Eeyore?  I love our Eeyore because he’s ours.  Some people may think Eeyore was a bore and a drag but he actually had some really insightful things to say.  And ours in particulare can bring up some really interesting topics that make us think and describe our beliefs.  Complete.

In risking sounding cliche, I’m gonna say it.  My husband is my best friend.  I don’t have to be worried about sharing something with im that is going to make him love me less and I can always trust him to lead me the right way.  We have a chosen a path for our lives that no one else in our family has.  So this is going to be rough but it is also going to be very rewarding.  Maybe not always for us, but for the generations to come, they will be able to reap the harvest that is due them because their elders made the right choice.  My husband is the best and I love him dearly.  He is my shoulder to cry on, my desk to think on, my pillow to hug on, and my cradle to be held in.  Friendship.

Frienship in high and low places.