Making New Friends

Have you ever talked with someone and knew immediately that you'd met a friend? That happened to me recently. I am always amazed at how God works things out. He broadens us and enriches us when we least expect it.

Adults can probably relate to this more than young folks. While we're all in school, it's so easy to make friends. Not only do we share classes -- and homework -- with people year after year, but we also share activities. Band, sports, art and so many other things bind us together. As adults, it isn't so easy. We may have "work" friends and "church" friends. We may even have friends through volunteer activities. But they tend to be segregated to specific parts of our lives and few ever enter the realm of really good, share your life totally, friends.

Laurel Griffith, publisher of Wiregrass Christian Family magazine, recently interviewed me for her magazine. That's always a good thing. Struggling artists love free publicity. The chance to talk about God was a special bonus. I really enjoyed getting to know her via the phone. We shared parts of our lives and really hit it off. That continued yesterday when I actually put a face with the voice. She's wonderful. And not just because I'm in the February issue. She's a devoted wife and mom who juggles it all, knowing that God will take care of all the details and make the magazine happen each month. Sound familiar? Yep, most of us juggle responsibilities with our passions and reality with our faith. When it all comes together, it becomes something that touches the lives of others. Thanks Laurel for being who you are.

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