Real friends
So lately I've been getting kinda frustrated with relationships in general. I didn't look back to see if I touched on it at all, but I know I mentioned the difficulty of trying to get past surface friendship onto that deeper level. So that got me thinking...what does that deeper level mean? What makes a friend a real friend instead of a "plastic" friend? Here are some random ones I came up with off the top of my head, though I'm sure there are more.
My real friends know that my favorite color is red and my favorite food is tacos.
My real friends know I am head over heels in love with my niece and nephew, and could probably quote about 10 anecdotes they've heard over and over of cute things the babies have done...but they smile and giggle each time as if it's the first.
My real friends know that sometimes I get really distracted and may stop talking in the middle of a sentence and forget I even started anything...and they love me for it.
My real friends know that of all of God's beatuiful creation, the clouds might be my favorite part, especially when there are "sun ray beams" shining through breaks in the clouds like on my way home from Luverne today when I almost drove off the road because I was in awe of how amazing it all is.
My real friends don't mind if I call or stop by late at night to talk about nothing in particular because I have a funny "feeling" that can't be explained.
My real friends know that I can be outrageous and loud and kooky, but understand that that person disappears when I'm around large groups or people who don't know me very well.
My real friends realize that I was a loser my entire life and that I have self esteem issues...and they call me on it and show me that I have worth every day.
My real friends and I can disagree on topics and debate them, and still end up disagreeing, but continue to grow deeper in our friendships when we think we've gone as far as possible.
My real friends constantly discover new quirks, and even though we spend enough time together for them to realize that I'm extremely kooky, they are still surprised.
My real friends understand that I'm very picky and that I love ketchup on my tacos and doritos on my peanut butter and rhubarb jelly sandwiches, and though they tease me about it, I know they enjoy that aspect of my personality.
My real friends know that I love animals and that I had a black lab named Maggie from as early as I remember until just before I left for college, and that I still miss her and certain things can still cause me to cry over her. It will take a very special dog to find a place in my heart like that again.
My real friends and I can sit in silence for long stretches of time and feel perfectly comfortable. We communicate on a different level.
I could go on, but you're probably all sick of reading the phrase "my real friends." Anyway, this is dedicated to my real true blue friends, who know most if not all of the above info. If that's not you, I hope you learned something. Surface friendships aren't a bad thing...but I'm looking for something more. Moving into the next phase of my life will take support from those people who know my quirks and love them, who can get into deep conversations that last for hours that cover topics from God and the universe to how ants build those little hills, and are shocked when they realize how much time has passed. Okay, I'm done. To end I'm going to post lyrics to a song by Casting Crowns that I think describes some of the relationships I have, yes, with people from church, though I've met so many amazing people there. I know some people don't read lyrics, and that's fine, but there they are. Happy Friday!
Stained Glass Masquerade
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small
Cause when I take a look around
Everybody seems so strong
I know they'll soon discover
That I don't belong
So I tuck it all away, like everything's okay
If I make them all believe it, maybe I'll believe it too
So with a painted grin, I play the part again
So everyone will see me the way that I see them
CHORUS
Are we happy plastic people
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles to hide our pain
But if the invitation's open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain on our stained glass masquerade
Is there anyone who's been there
Are there any hands to raise
Am I the only one who's traded
In the altar for a stage
The performance is convincing
And we know every line by heart
Only when no one is watching
Can we really fall apart
But would it set me free
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
That you imagine me to be
Would your arms be open
Or would you walk away
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay
CHORUS 2x
But if the invitation's open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain on our stained glass masquerade
Is there anyone that fails
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small
My real friends know that my favorite color is red and my favorite food is tacos.
My real friends know I am head over heels in love with my niece and nephew, and could probably quote about 10 anecdotes they've heard over and over of cute things the babies have done...but they smile and giggle each time as if it's the first.
My real friends know that sometimes I get really distracted and may stop talking in the middle of a sentence and forget I even started anything...and they love me for it.
My real friends know that of all of God's beatuiful creation, the clouds might be my favorite part, especially when there are "sun ray beams" shining through breaks in the clouds like on my way home from Luverne today when I almost drove off the road because I was in awe of how amazing it all is.
My real friends don't mind if I call or stop by late at night to talk about nothing in particular because I have a funny "feeling" that can't be explained.
My real friends know that I can be outrageous and loud and kooky, but understand that that person disappears when I'm around large groups or people who don't know me very well.
My real friends realize that I was a loser my entire life and that I have self esteem issues...and they call me on it and show me that I have worth every day.
My real friends and I can disagree on topics and debate them, and still end up disagreeing, but continue to grow deeper in our friendships when we think we've gone as far as possible.
My real friends constantly discover new quirks, and even though we spend enough time together for them to realize that I'm extremely kooky, they are still surprised.
My real friends understand that I'm very picky and that I love ketchup on my tacos and doritos on my peanut butter and rhubarb jelly sandwiches, and though they tease me about it, I know they enjoy that aspect of my personality.
My real friends know that I love animals and that I had a black lab named Maggie from as early as I remember until just before I left for college, and that I still miss her and certain things can still cause me to cry over her. It will take a very special dog to find a place in my heart like that again.
My real friends and I can sit in silence for long stretches of time and feel perfectly comfortable. We communicate on a different level.
I could go on, but you're probably all sick of reading the phrase "my real friends." Anyway, this is dedicated to my real true blue friends, who know most if not all of the above info. If that's not you, I hope you learned something. Surface friendships aren't a bad thing...but I'm looking for something more. Moving into the next phase of my life will take support from those people who know my quirks and love them, who can get into deep conversations that last for hours that cover topics from God and the universe to how ants build those little hills, and are shocked when they realize how much time has passed. Okay, I'm done. To end I'm going to post lyrics to a song by Casting Crowns that I think describes some of the relationships I have, yes, with people from church, though I've met so many amazing people there. I know some people don't read lyrics, and that's fine, but there they are. Happy Friday!
Stained Glass Masquerade
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small
Cause when I take a look around
Everybody seems so strong
I know they'll soon discover
That I don't belong
So I tuck it all away, like everything's okay
If I make them all believe it, maybe I'll believe it too
So with a painted grin, I play the part again
So everyone will see me the way that I see them
CHORUS
Are we happy plastic people
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles to hide our pain
But if the invitation's open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain on our stained glass masquerade
Is there anyone who's been there
Are there any hands to raise
Am I the only one who's traded
In the altar for a stage
The performance is convincing
And we know every line by heart
Only when no one is watching
Can we really fall apart
But would it set me free
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
That you imagine me to be
Would your arms be open
Or would you walk away
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay
CHORUS 2x
But if the invitation's open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain on our stained glass masquerade
Is there anyone that fails
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small