(Personal thoughts that I have had on my heart all day. I wrestled with the possible fall-back from writing and writing here on my photo-blog, but I had to. May you read it with the sense of compassion and empathy it is meant to convey.)
You know you have that one friend (or maybe you don’t but you know someone who does). The one who comes to your birthday party and talks about how much she misses spending time with you. The friend who calls on you when she needs something. That person you used to spend all your free time with. This friend tells you how much she loves you and would do anything for you.
And yet, when you call the voice on the other end says, “please leave your message for…” Click.
Why “click?” because you’ve left messages before. You’ve sent text messages before. Why bother? They will go un-attended.
Finally you see her and she wants to make plans. You agree to a plan, excited that things are turning around. After all the last dozen times you’ve been forgotten about or at least that how it feels when you wait for the call to head out and it never comes.
The day arrives and you get ready and wait by the phone–holding out hope. After a few hours you check to be sure it’s on and then you move on. You call someone else. Someone who will answer. Someone who will join you.
Someone tells you that your friend asked how you were. “Wonder why she didn’t ask me herself?” You wonder to yourself only slightly concealing your feelings from the world at large.
When you want to chat over coffee, you no longer call that one friend you spent all your time with. When you want to cry, you sit in the dark. You tell all your secrets to your journal and wish it would answer back.
When you land a big deal or your kid makes you laugh so hard that your ribs ache, you call your parents. You tell your Facebook friends.
When people ask about your friend you kindly explain that you haven’t talked much lately. “It’s not that I’m not talking to her, she just never responds.” You elaborate that if she calls you, you’ll happily talk with her. You aren’t trying to save face. You truly mean it. You are broken and confused; not understanding why this person says they care about you so much but they don’t even call on you to ask you how you are, they ask others.
How often have you been that one friend? Finding yourself so busy with life that you forget to return your calls.
How many of our grandparents or parents feel this way?
How often is this how your spouse feels about you?
Don’t be so quick to judge your friend. You don’t know why she isn’t calling you. Maybe there is something really big happening in her life. Maybe she’s hurting and doesn’t want to let you know.
**How many times have you been that one friend to God? As a mortal, the feeling of longing for your friend to call you can be intense. I wonder if this is how God feels when His children stop talking to Him, stop visiting Him, stop answering His calls, stop reading His Text.
Yeah, I’m guilty of being that one friend too.