Red Room Where the Writers Are

I think there is an intricate art of being a friend. Over the years, perhaps I’ve been a little naïve; I’ve occasionally learned that a person I thought was my friend was in reality, a fair-weather friend. That is a person who would shrewdly learn areas in my life that could be manipulated, such as saying what I want to hear. The result is a friendship that is based not on truth, from both individuals, but rather truth on one side, but not the other. I have been duped more than once and have been so shocked that I really didn’t know how to handle it. In one of those situations, I pleaded for a new relationship, based on truth from both of us, to no avail. I was so sad, but I could not stay in a so-called friendship that was replete with fabrication. The other huge problem is the friendship that is based on everything going right, health, money, fun, joy. When awful things hit the fan, and sometime in life they always do, some friends do not want to stick around. If given the opportunity, friendship can deepen immeasurably in the face of hardship. I am so very thankful for the strength of my friends that have powerfully seen me through hard times. There is no comparison of anything on Earth to faithful friends who stay with you through thick and thin, lean and fat, poverty and perhaps one day, wealth! I believe the source of this friendship is the Creator of life, and of relationship, our God. When life is based on His truth, friendship has a foundation of truth, love and commitment.