Four friends in a prayer square – all linked in different capacities and depths, but linked all the same. One trusted the others because of the others.
They were beautiful, these four girls – beautiful with a vulnerability that came and went as they struggled with fear, inadequacy, guilt, desire… Thoughts and feelings both expected and unexpected in women. Beautiful with a depth of honesty not many shared and they shared with few others. Beautiful.
And I was one of them. Valued and loved, heard and known, seen and unseen. I don’t think its arrogance to say we were beautiful – beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I hold them in my ‘I’.
Its been a while since these four met – or at least since this one met with those three. Much has happened, continues to happen, while I – removed from them – have happenings of my own that wrap me up in myself. Not so pretty.
Guilt and I are not friends – I will not have coffee with him, nor will I lie with him, not even hold hands. Though sometimes we bump into each other – a fleeting glance that makes me sad. Sorrowful until I remember my true friend Forgiveness, also known as Love, Truth, Jesus.
Forgive me, friends, for what I have left unknown, unacknowledged, unheard, unmet, unheld…and come, there are many days to tell, much dreaming to do, old demons to face and new life to meet.