March 21, 2014
I am so glad I don’t have touchy friends.
Do you know what I mean? Friends who are hard to get along with. Friends who get bent out of shape over nothing. Friends who make mountains out of molehills. Friends who take everything personally.
I need peace in my life. Not drama.
I don’t need friends who turn some little disagreement into a week-long silent treatment or ones who give me the cold shoulder when I say the wrong thing. I don’t want friends who wear their hurt on their sleeve, but refuse to talk with me about it. Or friends who talk to others about something they should be discussing with me.
I want true friends. Ones who believe the best about me. The kind who are easy to get along with. Ones who pull me up higher and encourage me to be the best “me” I can be. I want friends who encourage me to dream big. Ones I can trust with my feelings – and my fears. I want friends who speak the truth to me in love.
And – I want to be that kind of friend, too.
I hate the thought of my friends to having to walk on egg-shells around me. I want people to be able to express how they are feeling to me without worrying about what I may say or do in retaliation. I long to be the type of person who receives correction with grace.
I want “easy” friends. And – just as much- I want to be an “easy” friend.
That may seem like an odd statement, but it is the truth. There is enough difficulty in the world without having difficult friends. There are enough hard-to-get-along with people in the world without pulling them into my circle.
I can’t choose the people I work with. I can’t select those I run into at the grocery store. I don’t have the luxury of hand picking the teachers my children have or the neighbors who live next door (not that any of them are bad. On the contrary, I love them all.)
But—I can choose my friends… So I am very careful with the people I give entrance into my life. Their influence helps shape who I am. And who I will become. Today and tomorrow.
Paul says in 1 Corinthians 13:5, “It (love) is not touchy or fretful or resentful; it takes no account of the evil done to it (it pays no attention to a suffered wrong).”
What a beautiful truth.
Love is not touchy.
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