I’m a community girl. People seeker, party planner, secret carrier, event attender, friend supporter, me.
Lately, I’m more of a let-me-live-alone-on-an-island-in-peace-kind-of-girl.
Relationships prove difficult. Community hard, and island living calls out to me. See, on the Island of Me, I get to do what I want and not be troubled by well, life.
I hear about 2:00 a.m. friends, the kind of people you can pick up the phone and call in the middle of the night. I wonder who my 2:00 a.m. friends are, and if I still have what it takes to be a 2:00 a.m. friend, and I start to question, do I even want that kind of investment?
Then, I get the call. It’s not 2:00 a.m., it’s 9:03 p.m., and it’s from one of my forever friends. Her teenage nephew endured a terrible car wreck. He may never walk again.
My friend called because she needs hope, and she needs prayer, and you know what? She needs community, community that rallies in unthinkable situations.
For now, I brush away barriers, forget about island life, and join her right where she is.
Question for you: Do you have a 2:00 a.m. friend? Are you a 2:00 a.m. friend? Tell. Tell.