Yes, Betty and I have been friends with our above neighbors for several years in this little tucked away Bedford County suburb, a few miles from Lynchburg, Virginia. We have traveled together, eaten at each other’s tables, shared our adversities as well as our joys and served each other with whatever need arises between us.
We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve rejoiced, and we’ve prayed for each other. It is a precious relationship. These are friends you could call at 2 in the morning and they would be there.
We are sad, because in a few days, two of our group (Peg and Joe) are moving to South Carolina in the Charlotte area. We will miss them!
I was reminded of a song this morning, titled Friends that was written by Michael W. Smith. I have included the lyrics to one of the verses below.
“Packing up the dreams God planted
In the fertile soil of you
Can’t believe the hopes He’s granted
Means a chapter in your life is through
But we’ll keep you close as always
It won’t even seem you’ve gone
‘Cause our hearts in big and small ways
Will keep the love that keeps us strong
And friends are friends forever
If the Lord’s the Lord of them
And a friend will not say never
‘Cause the welcome will not end
Though it’s hard to let you go
In the Father’s hands we know
That a lifetime’s not too long
To live as friends.”