Last April a friend of mine died. Her name was Kiya, and I had known her for a very long time. Eight years ago we moved town, and we had a letter writing friendship. She was a most beautiful young woman who was fourteen when she passed away. Kiya loved the Lord and I have fond memories of her willingness to be a servant in many aspects. She died riding a motorbike.
|Kiya and I |
This caused me to reflect. What if any of my other friends suddenly passed away? What havn't I said to my other friends and members of my family. Would those unspoken words haunt me too? I prayed that God would help me learn to speak those everyday unspoken words, however awkward it may be.
I did, to some small degree. I made a bigger effort to write deeper thoughts, and more loving words in my family's birthday cards. I tried to tell my friends how much I appreciate their friendship, however I found words and harder to speak then write.
Much later I was at a friends sleepover. I was (for some reason) re-telling this story. It then hit me that most of those precious girls whom I call friends, have never heard me tell them what they mean to me.
I am still trying to learn how to communicate those unspoken words, because it is hard. We live in a culture that says it's ok to 'tease' your friends, laugh at them, subtly bring them down. I have been guilty of this just as much as anyone. I'm defiantly no saint or 'holier-then-thou' girl.
The reward of speaking the unspoken words is very special, it's a deepening of a friendship.