Sisters from other Mothers

In life we have many different kinds of friends. One is the type that you don’t talk to very often, you are possibly not FB friends, you don’t stay in close contact and you do not know what is going on in their day to day lives. But….and this is a big but (double entendre), when you make the effort to set up a dinner, you spend three hours together and completely catch up. It is as if time has frozen since you last hugged and talked and laughed.

These are dear sisters in Christ. We have spent many hours together growing, learning and seeking God’s heart. We have shared intimate details of our childhoods, the good and the bad. We have prayed for each other and complained to each other and cried with each other and most certainly done our share of laughing with each other. We are women who love passionately. We also are women who understand the need to speak honestly and know that trust will never be broken or spoken of outside of our circle.

There is a certain kind of freedom with friends like these. There are never hurt feelings. There is never pressure to meet up. When we do, it’s delightful. It never disappoints. We know that we are connected by our heart strings and they are strong and unbreakable. We are bound by stories and those stories are our very own. What happens in huddle, stays in huddle.

 

Author: Rebecca Hendrixson

Hello, I'm Rebecca. I am a wife and mother and freelance writer. I love to share honest thoughts, anecdotes, incidents and encouragement. I am documenting my one year of being 60 years old. Join me on the journey. And please leave comments or send me an email. I will respond. We are all in this together. Come be my comrade.

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