In the end of 2001 or beginning in 2002 I was at youth group being my normal unfriendly self when my older brother prodded me to go talk to the new girl.
I didn't like the idea.
In fact I rarely liked ideas posed to me by my brothers.
The only thing about that was I always started thinking about it later...this case was no exception.
So I did it.
We started to talk and discovered we had a couple things in common.
We began to sit together at youth group...then exchanged email addresses and started to write a LOT.
As it so happened we didn't have a few things in common after all...we had a LOT in common.
We gave each other pet names and if ever I had a true "bosom" friend as Anne of Green Gables so aptly put it was Alexandrea Lee French.
We played dolls together, traded books to read hung out and had sleepovers.
After awhile I also became friends with her three sisters: Amanda, April and Alayna.
Amanda became another bosom friend...she is scarier than Alex. Really, she made me a jumpier person than I used to be.
There's just something about someone sneaking up on you with icy cold fingers.
We made crazy videos and had the bestest crazy times...
I wish I could tell people how they are such good friends...to show why they mean so much...
the truth of the matter is...when they were my truest friends is when they chose to not be my friends at all.
As many of you know in the couple years I've made some extremely bad choices to put it mildly...=(
What we hear all the time is tolerance of this or that: basically tolerance of everything, especially things God tells us not to tolerate.
We're told that our friends are those to stick with us no matter bad decisions we make...
But it's not true.
True friends point the way back to where you left the path.
And here and now I would like to thank my friends: Ron, Jenny, Alex, Amanda, April and Alayne for being true friends and for showing me what it truly means to be a friend.
I don't know if I can ever show just how much that means to me...I love you guys so much and I hope we have lots more truly good times.
Love your friend, Rachel.
2 comments:
You have no idea how much this means to me. I love you SO much, wonderful Rachel. :)
Awww..I love you OODLES! I wish I could give you a hug right now.
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