A friend pulled out a book and handed it to me, pointing out a passage which he wanted me to read. I read two sentences and tears instantly welled up, filling my eyes, “I can’t right now,” I said as I left the book in his hands.
He wrote out the words to this particular thought and gave it to me at the night’s end. I read it and felt understood. I felt as though I had found a friend. I knew I’d come across a kindred spirit, a fellow minister and alien.
The thoughtful and wise words resonated with me as I read them later that night. The violence of this irreverence towards self interrupted my fast pace and met me in the still silence of my room.
I am not friends with myself. This is a truth I’m just beginning to understand.
And I must, I must find friendship within me.
Are you? As I learn about me on this journey of friendship, I’ll share it with you. I’d love your thoughts. How have you become your own friend? What stands in the way of self friendship for you?
I’ve always been fairly good at making friends. We’ll learn together as I apply those skills to myself.