One more day, God, until we feast on your goodness. I can think of few ways that I have tasted your goodness more than the privilege of walking through life with friends. I am grateful for the dear ones who have known me through so many seasons. We’ve walked a lot of miles with each other—literally and figuratively.
“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.” (Dinah Maria Mulock Craik)
Thank you for giving me those kinds of friends.

And today, I celebrate the new friends You’ve has caused my life to intersect with since last Thanksgiving. Friends who will share my table tomorrow.
Thank you God for the privilege of introducing this holiday to my Saudi Arabian friend who has never eaten turkey. We have learned much from each other as we’ve shared food, culture, and conversation. I have been enriched by her friendship and I am grateful.
And I still shake my head in amazement when I muse about the unexpected twists and turns that connected our family with the Lunas. You heard my groanings when I sent our daughter off to college a thousand miles away last year. I grieved the distance and the disconnection. And you graciously brought me another Dallas Wheaton mom to pray with. And we’ve prayed. And you put her son on my daughter’s brother floor in the dorm and you forged a friendship between them. That friendship expanded with time to include our family. And one thing led to another and here we all are, no one more surprised by your kindness than I.

So thank you God that you not only feed me with your goodness, you also give me dessert—a sweetness that satiates the deepest nooks and crannies of my soul. That is what friendship has been to me and I am grateful.