So I’m thinking about this girl. She said that she felt so lost … the kind of lost where she had no one to turn to that would understand what she was going through. She even said that one time she went to a new church with a girlfriend, there was an opportunity to go down to the front of the church and have people pray over her.. She literally said to her girlfriend and to her pastor that she wanted to go – but she couldn’t move, that she felt like her feet were glued to the floor. The pastor said that was the saddest thing he’d ever heard and she said her girlfriend then just reached out to her and held her hand. It’s that kind of loss and that kind of fear and that kind of guilt that can eat you alive. That very day opened up a conversation and became the foundation to a friendship that’s lasted decades. Coming to find out these two have a lot more in common than they’d ever thought about. Over the years as life happens, distance happens and communication slows .. there are children born, there’s marriages, there’s divorces, live on life’s terms as life happens – life happens. But to pick up the phone and talk and hear each others voices and infliction with one another or to see each other and sit down and talk … it’s like nothing outside has happened it’s only what’s right there that seems so true and so comforting in that honesty of friendship.