Would you be willing, dear reader, to share a story (or two) about a friend who helped you? It could be simple and short --from someone lifting you up when you were down, or complicated and long, like the person who went out of their way to run your family while you were in the hospital (or something).
I was twelve years old. Turning twelve was scary and nerve-wracking for me (although exciting!) because it means, in my religion, the transition from Primary (kids ages 18 months to 11 years old) into Young Women (ages 12-18). I was finally a Beehive! (Girls aged 12-13.) I remember my first few Sundays and mutual nights (weekly activity for the youth) and I was REALLY nervous. I think at my first mutual night, they asked me to play the opening hymn. It was embarrassing, because I wasn't quite good enough to play the hymns, yet. I also remember how I admired the Laurels (girls aged 16-17) and wondered if I would EVER be as cool as they were.
Luckily, I had a "sister" who was a Mia Maid (girls aged 14-15). She was a good family friend, and she immediately took me under her wing and made me feel loved. Her name was Ruth, and she was my hero. With Ruth around, I was always safe!
She shared a scripture with me once, and I can't remember why --just for the heck of it? I'm not sure. But she wrote it on a piece of paper and told me to replace my name with the name of the person for which it was given. I have never forgotten that scripture, nor how I felt when I read it. Nor who told me to do it, because truly, her love was what I felt first:
Doctrine & Covenants 6:20
"Behold, thou art (Cheryl), and I have spoken unto thee because of thy desires; therefore treasure up these words in they heart. Be faithful and diligent in keeping the commandments of God, and I will encircle thee in the arms of my love."
Her friendship was more like a sistership. She didn't have to look out for me, a family friend nearly four years younger than herself, but she did! I've always counted myself lucky to have her in my life. Still do! Love you, Ruthio.
Your turn. Please share a story of friendship! Friends are the best.
But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik, A Life for a Life, 1859