Last night I sat on a Zoom call with fifty women. Women of different ages, unique backgrounds, a variation of history but all there for the same reason. We want to have healthy friendships. I mean, it’s not that all fifty of us were going to become the best of friends. In fact, many desired just one. But we gathered to seek the mind of Christ and the wisdom of the gospel around the topic of FRIENDS.
The content and tools shared were good. In fact, I’ll pass a few along here. But as I sat on my sofa this morning, coffee in hand reflecting with notes scribbled on my journal, there was another message that came to me. It was one of personal hope. A glimmer of possibility in a world jaded by dashed expectations. It was the gathering of women to help each other out. A diverse group of women willing to come together in vulnerability with a small cry for help and raised hand that said, “I need a friend.” “I want to be a better one, too.”