Comfort

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
Dinah Maria Craik

Hello all, it’s been a while. I have been in a bit of a funk, and decided to spare you all the displeasure of it and take a small blogging break. So, I’m back now and feeling a little more myself thanks to a great group of girls who have born the brunt of said funk, and took what was worth keeping and blew the rest away.

I’ve always had a tenous hold on this thing called friendship. It doesn’t come naturally to me as it seems to do with most people. It’s a hard thing for me to be real, and open, and let others see more than just the warts, but the true ugly side that I try my best to hide.

In the past four years, God has blessed me with an amazing group of girlfriends that I can do life with. Girls who have seen the ugly side, and still come back. Faithful friends. Friends who are just as real and raw and honest as I hope to be. And as Ms. Craik says, it is an inexpressible comfort.

Thanks girls!
Kimberly

PS For all of you long time and long distance friends, well, you deserve an especially big thanks. You are just as dear to me, however exempt you may be from my daily nuttiness:) You might actually be thankful for the ocean or continent between us!

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