Yesterday I was again reminded of something I did that I am not proud of: I let 20 miles—and 20 years—separate me from good friends. Where did the time go? raising children, mostly?
Ironically, I’ve experienced a lot of rejection; it’s odd that I was the inconsiderate slob that missed out on the treasure that is this family. It’s my loss. And I am sorry.
But—like relentless salmon swimming upstream, my old friends worked through the proverbial water over the dam. Yesterday we attended the wedding of their youngest.
We actually have seen them a few times through the years. Recently she invited me to coffee, and it was like picking up where we’d left off. It wasn’t until last night, though, that the magnitude hit me of my error and lack of diligence—and the forgiveness being extended to me. They’ve made it water under the bridge: in the past, long gone, can’t be retrieved, not worth agonizing over.
These people are Christians, and that’s known as being Christ-like.
For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brethren. –Rom. 8:29
…put on the new man which was created according to God, in true righteousness and holiness. —Eph. 4:24
Clearly, these are fantastic, forgiving folk; I’m looking forward to getting together again soon.
As always is the case, today God has taught me yet another—even more profound—lesson. If people within God’s flock can trudge the spillway called Forgive and Forget, ought I not also to remember—since I believe and trust in the Lord—that He, too, welcomes my interaction with Him? Whether it’s friends 20 miles away, or my Best Friend in heaven, I should never be so busy I can’t be blessed with them walking alongside me (and even blessing them as well).
I didn’t forget these old friends, and I haven’t forgotten God. Part of the problem is my wretched, self-imposed self-worth issues. But knowing that people (and the Lord) want to be our friends: that’s an awesome thought, isn’t it? It makes life’s trials and drudgery a lot easier.
I’m so thankful that friends–and God–are relentless like a salmon: swimming with the codfish.
For the LORD is good; His mercy is everlasting —Ps. 100:5