The definition of friends has changed through the years. Facebook numbers have changed the whole thought process of friends. Social media has its place, but real flesh and blood can't be replaced.
My daughter...(yes, still wedding stories... I might change next week)....she loves people. When the wedding assistant announced that the 100 they had planned on having was now over 220, my daughter just lit up with excitement. The more the merrier. She would have more people to hug and greet.
I, however, have gone through so many seasons of life that I now know the true meaning of a friend. As I walked into the crowded reception area, my eyes caught the faces of True Friends... Friends who have been with me through thick and thin and have remained friends. (Oh, how I wish I had had my own camera)
Each of us are truly blessed if at the age of 50-plus we have a handful of true friends. Those are the ones who are golden. My handful blessed me beyond measure by attending my daughter's wedding. They have not only been faithful friends, they all wear the badge of honor of being faithful servants of the most high God.
What makes them so special isn't just that they love me and have put up with me, but the true treasure is that ALL have gone through life's hard swings, and refused to denounce the Lord. The list of scars these women have endured through unwanted battles could bring even the greatest soldier to his knees. Knees...that is where they went and came up still in praise. Many times just one of these battles would make a person question their faith.......not my handful of friends. Their walks with the Lord have deepened with each blow. When they say I will make it, or they extend an encouraging word.... I receive it and they know it. They aren't speaking from an ivory tower. They have seen God and His faithfulness firsthand.
So, as I sing along with an artist talking about friends.......I know what a real friend is made of. My real friends were there to see my daughter get married. They were there for me to hug and shed a tear with at the reception. The funniest thing of all.......they were also the ones whom I drug out on to the dance floor for a line dance, while giggling our heads off. One had had knee surgery, another was afraid she would split her dress...and we all giggled and did the friendship dance together.
To my Ethels.................I love you all!!