What about your friends

I have a friend called Dora. No, Dora is not her real name and when she reads this she may kill me. LOL. But anyway, Dora and I met while I was living overseas. Our friendship was cemented in time however, when we decided to visit the border of a country that doesn’t much like visitors. Our other friends – Americans – were like “noooo!!!”, “Don’t do it!” and “you might not come back!”. But we’re not Americans so we went anyway. And – except for that one thing that happened with that guard – it was great! We have an awesome story to tell our kids (if we ever have any!) and we also have a great friendship that has survived years and distance.

But for a moment in time this summer the distance will disappear when I go to visit Dora. I can’t wait for our adventures! Hopefully I will get to share some when I get back. But if I don’t get back, well, at lease you can probably guess what happened. Haha!

A friend loves at all times, And a brother is born for adversity. – Prov 17:17

*I love good friendships and I love writing about good friendships. Check out my favorite besties, Naomi and Natasha in Under Covers.

Dealing with the damages

brokennessI spend most of my days with children. Some days I am with children who are functional. Other days I am with children who function differently. Society has lots of labels for this second set, labels that are mostly polite ways for saying they are damaged. We live in a world where broken-ness is not tolerated. Instead it is something to be defined, analysed and fixed. This is fairly easy to do when you wear your damage at a surface level – when the way you walk or talk or behave is clearly different from the way everyone else does. But what about when your malfunction is not on the surface? What about what your broken-ness is so deep inside that no one can see it? Or so deeply woven into who you are that you don’t realize it is broken-ness until you try to untangle the reasons you behave the way you do?

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