I’ve only ever lost one friend in my life. At least, there’s only ever been one time when someone made the distinct choice to discontinue a friendship with me.
Over the last few years (since our friendship ended), I’ve had plenty of opportunities to reminisce. Usually those times of reflection ended in feelings of frustration or sadness. Eventually I got tired of constantly being so influenced by someone I was so disconnected from, so this year I began praying for help. I didn’t think I was holding a grudge, but I knew something wasn’t right.
I’ve discovered a few things:
1. The heart can take a long time to heal.
2. God cares about me enough to listen to my selfish prayers.
3. Even so, he desires to see my selfishness turn to selflessness.
4. Focusing on past hardship distracts from present blessings.
Sometimes I still get sad when I think about how such a close friend became a stranger. But I think that’s okay.