Great blog by my great, great friend…
James is a wonderful guy, husband, father, and friend. He’s written a cool piece on what it means to be a “best” friend. He and I have always been that, especially so growing up in Missouri. James taught me how to drive a manual transmission in his white RX-7. Those were the times!
It’s tough how things change over time. Due to the distance between us, it’s difficult to keep fostering that friendship that was once so pure and childlike. It’s still there, but just different now. James is married and has a bustling family. I’m… well, not. But I’m busy with my own life 500 miles away.
Life moves on.
But it’s encouraging to know that those friends of old are still there, still willing to pray for me, still lending me a shoulder to cry on. How richly blessed I am! How deep is the well of love in which I draw!