A Pretty Crier

I don’t really like to read Ann Voskamp.  I’ve never really had a problem with what she says, but her writing kind of drives me nuts.  Honestly I feel like I’m reading a patient’s journal from when I worked in a psych hospital.  BUT she is the reason I have the recipe for bird’s nest cookies we make every Easter now!

And I read her posts about Iraq, because they were just as important as the people who posted them on facebook said they were.

But then she went and made me cry! She talked about friends, and I wouldn’t have known except my new friends at Bible study read it to us, and I felt it all.  I felt all the hurt of people brushing me off, and the hurt of my own lack of effort to keep up with friends.  I felt the hurt of missing dear friends, who live so very far away!

I felt glad I had reached out to a friend recently and we’ve been emailing back and forth.

I felt hope for my new friends at Bible study (including one old friend!) who seem to really invest in me and care, and I cried and told them how grateful I was to be there and for all of them.  And I cried and talked about how I had gotten to the point where I was just all set with people who didn’t get back to me or put any effort in.  It goes both ways, right?  How much effort do I put in if there isn’t any follow through?

And Jenn brought be tissues and told me I was a pretty crier, and I told them I had a lot of experience.

(Excuses alert!) It’s been hard with the two littles, and also I think facebook tricks me into thinking I’m a better friend than I am.

I don’t know what else to say.  It takes time to build some new friends.  I have so many friends I love dearly, but they are so far away.  I need people I can get together with in this area! And it’s starting – slowly, but it’s starting.

So if you are a friend far away, I love you!  Let’s talk more.

If you are a friend close by, I love you!  Come over and I will make you a delicious latte with my aeropress and milk frother.


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