Probably one of the hardest things about being a grown up is having to be intentional about friendships. It’s a topic I talk about a lot here.
One of the heartbreaks of that is when you want and need friends to show up, and they don’t.
On the other hand, when people do show up, it means the world.
This summer when I was in the Wizard of Oz, I really expected a couple close friends to come see the show. It ran for three weeks, so there was ample time for them to come…but they didn’t come. I DID have TONS of awesome people show their support- and it meant so much. But I can’t lie when I say there was a twinge of sadness when the show ended and those certain people hadn’t been there.
I try to be a friend who shows up. I know life can get in the way, and I understand that. But when I can, I try to be there, to reach out.
With the issues we’ve been having with dad, I’ve had lots of people reach out. Prayers, messages on Facebook, texts offering to bring food. But it’s also been sad to see the people who are missing. And I want to reach out to them and talk about it…but it seems backwards. Like they should be checking in on me, instead of me being all “Hey, I need you.”
The book I’m reading, Fight Back with Joy talks about this. She talks about how some people don’t know what to say and do. And how we have to forgive them (with God’s help). I’m working on the letting go of the disappointments.
These experiences make me better at reaching out in the future because I want to be the friend who shows up. I want to be that friend. And I want to give grace to my friends when they miss the mark.