Let's Have Some Wine.

Cried a ton tonight. 

Cried for friendship. 

We take it for granted. 

I know, Some days I've jokingly uttered, "can we see each other after 6months? cos I'm tired of seeing y'all. 😂"

Tonight I cried. 

Not because I've lost them but because I look back 

and I look around me,

and I go to sleeep smiling most days,

because of God's hand on my life through friendship. 

Honestly for a generally introverted person like me, 

I dont know how I would have survived the oddest of odds over the years without the gift of friendship; 

without being able to call/ txt someone up and tell them about my life without judgement or fear; 

or just having someone who was willing to listen without interjecting or posing threat or fear; 

or someone who was open to just 'being there' or 'being present', no strings attached other than the often unspoken promise of 'its okay I gotchu regardless', 'I gotchu. Your mess won't scare me - ok maybe only a little bit.😂 - BUT, 

I GOT YOU. 

I cried for the friendships I took for granted. 

I cried for the ones I've chosen to overlook. 

I cried for the ones I've chosen to ignore - because its hard; because I've said I can't; 

because it makes me uncomfortable; 

because it 'looks stupid'. 

I cried because friendship as intended by the author of friendships was NOT because we were likeable or attractive or amazing.

We were lost, abandoned and beguiled, yet! HE chose us. 

"The friend of sinners, the one who's writing in the sand" 

Some days are easier than others.

I get it. 

I dont even like making new friends. 

The ones I already have are a handful! 😂 

But man, tonight I felt a burdening that God wants to finish what He started; 

that God wants to restore his idea of friendship in to our hearts; 

God wants to restore his purpose in/ of bringing people together for His glory. 

Twas never about us. 

I guess it had to hurt a little for it to matter; 

for it to grow and mature. 

I see it had to be crushed a few times 

like there was no tomorrow, 

just so it could produce new wine; 

just so it could bear much fruit. 

I hate the pain in the crushing, 

but the wine looks promising 

and that I will cheer to again, 

and hope I don't fall in to the lie 

that the pain will never end. 

Good pain, produces much. 

Good wine went through much. 

I'm here for the good wine. Forever. 🍷

Let's have some wine..