An Essay On Friendship When I was in my 20’s the thought of ever turning 40 seemed like a foreign concept. A forever into the future sort of hazy picture. Details blurred, almost as if the picture would never exist. In my 20’s I made timeline plans. I promised myself that my 20’s were for travel, adventure, falling in love, getting married and moving into a dream cloud of fuzzy pink soft landings and an ever-growing list of accomplishments. I say this without an ounce of cynicism because I do believe that naiveté has its place in the human growth cycle. It’s a necessary blindness, for without it, would we ever jump at the next available risk? The older I get, the more guarantees I want. Will this leap over this puddle cause me to slip and get a little wet? Or will I fall all the way in, break an ankle, ruin some good clothes, miss an appointment and find myself on a trajectory for the worst possible outcomes imaginable? It’s almost as if I forget that there may be a...
In that cave, That dark and cavernous empty space, A small light flickers A warm glow piercing the cold shadows. A little girl is crying, Sitting on a rock and crying That little girl is me. The sorrow wraps around her Swallows the air around her I'm afraid it will never leave. In that dark cave, That lonely, damp cave My Jesus sits beside me. He's sitting in the darkness with me And the darkness is not scary for him He's not afraid of the dark like I am. I was talking to a friend who has recently lost a loved one and I got this picture of a little girl sitting in a lonely, dark cave. I could almost feel the dampness seeping through the stone that she was sitting on. The darkness was heavy, a weight I could physically feel. But as I looked through the telescopic lens of my removed perspective to the girl sitting on the stone and weeping, I could see Jesus sitting next to her. He was holding her as she cried and there was a warmth emanating from...