Over the years, I would have to proclaim my friend Linda as loyal on all occasions and situations. We met over a decade ago at the wedding of a mutual young friend. We’d heard about one another via various Christian ministries, particularly the Crisis Pregnancy where I was employed. When Linda was hired as the maternity home director, we were brought into more regular contact.
I truly believe her friendship came as a gift from God. He knew that our differing personalities along with similar life callings would create a mutual support system between us. I marveled at her enthusiasm for the Lord, along with a passionate desire to care for the poor and needy. There was no question of loyalty for family, friends, or ministry recipients.
My approach to my calling proved as ardent but expressed in a much quieter way. Looking back on it, I experienced her bubbly, cheerleader style as more like Tigger, whereas I presented as more of an Eeyore.
She would come to my office in those days full of joy or angst, to share some issue or progress report related to the ministry. My job description was mainly to listen and if called upon, to advise. At other times throughout our years together, she would hear my joys or sorrows, care, and give good solutions for me to consider.
I noticed that as we’ve matured in our friendship, we pray together, often in harmonious symphony, banging on the Gates of Heaven for our children, grandchildren, and others.
Her most profound loyalty is shown when I share with her my occasional trials in ministry or with other conflicting relationships. She comes close to bawling me out when I don’t honor my own gifts or positions when they’re challenged. Despite her smaller stature, I’m sure she would take on anyone who dared to harm me.
At my husband’s passing, Linda showed a loyal sympathy and support which allowed me time to talk, cry, or be silent, as she sat by my side and kept me company. She was not afraid of my grief or my need to continue remembering various things regarding him in the months to come.
Sometimes we’d laugh hilariously, and often shed tears on the same occasion. I walk away feeling refreshed and fully supported. Praise you Lord for my loyal friend Linda.
Dianna
Sharing the Fruit of Maturity
