In the last few months, Charity and I have really noticed the value and the need to walk the road together with other people. We have lost the proximity of some dear friends, and we have gained others, but we feel like we have seen up close the need to walk with people, to do life with them, really to live with them. Not literally in the same house, but day in, day out, sharing, beholding, knowing. The kind of friendships where I don’t have to call up or run by to catch up on what’s been going on. There wouldn’t be anything to say that I did not already know.
These are the kind of relationships that get us through hard times, and they’re the kind that are rich and rewarding in the great times. These kind of relationships can’t just be formed. They take time and junk and labor. We don’t find these all that often because we aren’t usually willing to put in the work and the hurt to have them. And sometimes you don’t realize how precious they are to you until they are gone, or at least fade. And for me, the missing has not been a weeping, sobbing, “I can’t live without you, please don’t go” kind of thing. It is more like, “I really notice you not being here. I feel it all the time, in all kinds of things.”
Walking this road together changes the journey. It’s richer and more fun. The hard times aren’t quite as hard. I am able to see myself from a different perspective through the eyes of someone else. There is insight given that I miss. The body of Christ is a cool thing. The church is a cool thing. And one way I know that for sure is the loss I feel when it fades.