This weekend was very healing for me. It could not have come at a more perfect time in my life. After struggling through a week full of anxiety and stress, I was looking forward to spending some time with a few of my dearest friends. One of my best friends is getting married in a few short weeks, and we were getting together for her bachelorette party. Even in the midst of all the excitement, I was thrilled to have a few minutes to really talk with some of the girls.
It seems like God has us all struggling with the same things at the same time. Our conversation that night turned to a particular theme several times: there is a difference between knowing someone and really knowing someone. My best friends and I have such a rare connection with one another, yet we find ourselves in completely different cities more often than not. It is so easy to spend time with people and still feel completely alone. Some people would say laughter is the best medicine, but I beg to differ. For me (and I think I also speak for most of my close friends), the best feeling in the world is knowing someone and being known by them.
Sometimes it's hard to have my best friends scattered all over the country. Our time apart makes me appreciate our time together so much more. But I was reminded of something so important at church yesterday morning. No matter how much I miss them, and no matter how rare it is to find someone who wants to truly know me, my Father desires me. He cherishes me. He wants to know every part of me- the good, the bad, and the ugly. That is such a comfort in such a time as this.
