“Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart; so doth the sweetness of a man’s friend by hearty counsel. Thine own friend, and thy father’s friend, forsake not…” Proverbs 27:8-9
Berl and Lavelta Stevenson weren’t here when we arrived at the RV park in Durango, but several hours later they came in from a four-wheeling trip, saw us parked beside them, banged on our door, and when we answered, into our motor home came our very dear friends. We hugged and slapped hands and talked at length, and then they had to leave for they had made dinner arrangements with other friends here in the park.
A few hours later, Berl called on Jerry’s cell phone. “You guys come over. We want to show you the pictures we took today.” We went to their place, looked at the pictures and stayed for hours. We talked of travel, of God, of doctrine, of motor homes, of challenges within the church, of generational blessings and anointing, of pictures, of videos, of four-wheeling, of our children…We drank coffee and hot tea and gulped hefty drafts of warm affection for these two people who are as our family . We alluded to issues of sadness, laughed and recalled old stories. Finally, not too far from midnight, we said “good-night.”
I was tidying in the kitchen when I recalled that Berl had said he needed a glass of milk from us–guess he was running short. I mentioned it to Jerry. “Berl wants a glass of milk.”
Jerry, who was partially undressed, began putting on his shoes. “I’ll take it to him.” Jerry walked out our door, down the steps and into the dark, carrying to his friend a tall glass of milk.
I tell you there is no substitute for friends, and when we are blessed to have such godly people who love us, and whom we equally love, there is little in this world that surpasses such a relationship. Yesterday, Rochelle wrote a moving piece about special friends of hers. Please go over and read it.
I hope you have such friends. If you do, treasure them. Send them a note today or punch their number into your phone, or ship them a box of candy or hop into your car and dash to their house. If you’re not so blessed, resolve that you will find someone with whom you can establish such a blessed and Godly relationship. Work on the friendship, cultivate it, spend time and effort there. It will be worth it. Promise! (After I wrote that last line, it occurred to me that at times close friendships dissolve, and actual pain may result. How then can I promise the development of a friendship to be worth the effort? I stand behind my statement, for though there may arise pain, the joy and nurturing that comes from the kind of friendship to which I refer, is worth a time of pain that may result.)