But there has been another reason.
I've got a good friend who had surgery a week ago or so, and I'm worried about her.
She's doing various degrees of good and bad and her recovery is taxing her body.
And my mind.
There are people who'd say that she isn't my real friend. Because we've never met in the corporeal sense.
But I'd disagree. When she was well, I'd talk to her every day on the phone. I've got her mother's pie crust recipe. We tell each other our secrets and our dreams. I talk to her more than people I've known twenty years. And she's no less my friend.
She's one of the best friends I've ever had.
I worry, here on the other side of the country, while her best friend in the real world sits vigil with her, and helps her through her recovery. I get messages and calls to let me know how it's going.
And I wait and I worry.
I've been thinking for about four days to address what I need to say about this time she's going through. You might be surprised that this atheist chose these words.
"Wither thou goest, I will go.
And where you lodge, I shall lodge,
And your people shall be my people."
- Ruth - 1:16
Our friends are the family we choose.
Get better Cajsa. I love you.
