a heart abandoned - part two

This is a follow-up to part one which was posted well over a year ago. While I have grieved and written about the loss of some specific best friends, this is about the whole community of friends that I've lost. 

Back in my early and mid-20's, I was part of a close-knit group of five other girls. Beyond that, I had a large circle of friends and an even larger circle of acquaintances.  Unlike my university friends, all these people belonged to my local community, and/or church. We saw each other weekly--or more. We were young, (mostly) single, and connected. We did small groups. We did bonfires. We called, facebooked, and texted. We worshiped, ate, sang, bowled, and partied together. At the time, I was confident that these would be the people I'd continue to grow alongside with throughout my 20's, 30's and beyond. It wouldn't matter that we'd get married, renovate houses, have babies and raise families.

But oh, how things change! 

Fast-forward a few years... Aside from one individual, not a single person from the aforementioned group is currently a significant part of my life. 

Oh, yes, I still talk to a few of them several times a year. A few I might see while at the grocery store or running errands around town. A few have school-age children who I've supply-taught. And then of course there's also a few who have de-friend-ed or blocked me on facebook.

Turns out, a lot of those friends and acquaintances really weren't such great friends after all. 

Who was there for us after we were newly married and could have benefited from mentoring? How about when we wrestled with our church issues?  Or when I quit going to church altogether? Who (besides Dan and Adam) from that community was there for us when we needed help with the house? Who chose to help walk me through some of my deepest shame and pain? No one from the group, that's for sure. 

Tracy Lawrence says it best, when he sings:

Run your car off the side of the road

Get stuck in a ditch way out in the middle of nowhere

Or get yourself in a bind, 

Lose the shirt off your back,

Need a floor, need a couch, need a bus fare...

This is where the rubber meets the road

This is where the cream is gonna rise

This is what you really didn't know

This is where the truth don't lie

You find out who your friends are

Somebody's gonna drop everything

Run out and crank up their car

Hit the gas, get there fast

Never stop to think 

"What's in it for me?" 

Or "It's way too far" 

They just show on up

With their big ol' heart

You find out who your friends are...

Everybody wants to slap your back

Wants to shake your hand 

When you're up on top of that mountain

But let one of those rocks give way

Then you slide back down

Look up and see who's around then

This ain't where the road comes to an end

This ain't where the bandwagon stops

This is just one of those times when

A lot of folks jump off.

You find out who your friends are...

When the water's high

When the weather's not so fair

When the well runs dry

Who's gonna be there?

You find out who your friends are

Somebody's gonna drop everything

Run out and crank up their car

Hit the gas, get there fast

Never stop to think

"What's in it for me?"

Or "It's way too far" 

They just show on up

With their big ol' heart

You find out who your friends are...

Real friends don't stop being your friend just because they don't like who you decide to marry, what you choose to believe, or where you attend (or don't attend) church. Real friends don't stop being your friend because life gets too hectic or messy. 

Truth be told, I don't miss many of my former "friends." Oh, I miss having places to go, and things to do every weekend, and I miss being around people my own age.  I miss the sense of community and feeling like there's a bunch of people who have my back. However, when it comes right down to it, I'd rather have one or two authentic friends than a whole host of shallow friendships. 

So, while I am sadly lacking in meaningful friendships,  I am profoundly grateful for two local ladies in particular who have stuck it out with me. One has been my friend since fourth grade. We've had our ups and downs; there have been years where we were extremely close, and years where we've barely spoken. Through it all, we've always still considered each other as friends, and no matter what, we're able to keep coming back and picking up right where we left off. This year, we've resolved to meeting for dinner once a month or so.  The other I didn't meet until later in my 20's but we have managed to stay part of each other's lives, regardless of where we find ourselves. Everyone needs "a person."  I have two.