Growing up...we moved a lot...Not because my father was in the military...Many of the reasons I am unclear. My dad was known as a dreamer of sorts. He would get an idea in his head and move the whole family wherever that was. Yet, it took a toll on us, especially the kids. My sister spent many of her growing up years with my Gramma...So most of the moving around was with my brother and I. It was difficult to start a new school, make new friends and then get uprooted. It usually wasn't hard to make the friends...It was hard leaving them and not being able to stay in touch...and having to do it all over again the next school year. I was born in Washington, moved to Oregon, Colorado then across the U.S to Florida and back to California by the time I was 7. Life was still unstable from then on. We moved from city to city, changing schools, uprooting our lives and eventually breaking the family apart by the time I was 13, I can't even count on my fingers how many places I lived in all my years growing. up. My years of moving wasn't yet over...
These were lonely times for me. Yes, I had a brother...But he wasn't really into me...So most of the time I was a loner of sorts...I used my imagination a lot. I would spend many hours playing outside or with my animals. It was really the animals that helped me get through all the loneliness I felt. Here and there I had a neighbor kid to play with. But then we would have to move....Funny thing is after all the years that passed I have actually found many of the girls I played with on Facebook. Though we are friends on Facebook, we have totally different lives, we truly don't know each other or what is in our hearts. In my later years and as a married gal...We still have had to move due to unforeseen roadblocks. We left California for Washington for almost 11 years before we ended back to California for Seminary. I have built few really good friendships with woman I consider to be the truest of true. Though the states keep us apart...We still stay in touch. Coming back here was very hard for me. I have made a few friends I am sure to stay in touch with...yet, there have also been a few that have really hurt me.
It has been very difficult to fit in here... Once you move into an area as an adult...many of the people you meet already have their group of friends that they have known for years...I have seen clickiness with so many, it has been hard to fit in and feel like your wanted. I truly am okay with that. I am kind of used to it. I have a wonderful husband who will always and forever be the best friend I have ever hoped for...I have two beautiful children and a family who fills those empty gaps. When I am at church on Sunday...I am usually the one to greet the new comer...why? Because I know what it's like to come to a new place and not have a friend in the world...I am the one who will befriend them...Through that I have also built some sweet relationships with the younger married women...Inviting them to my home to teach them how to can food. It has been a Titus2 ministry.
After all the years of tears...that I didn't have any friends...I am over it now and completely content with what I have. My family a few true good friends and God by my side is all I need.
11.I am thankful for the few good lifelong friends I have.
12. I am thankful for the love I have been shown through the years.
13. I am thankful for the friends who have stuck by me through thick and thin.
14. I am thankful for the young ladies in my church who wish to learn the art of homemaking.
15. I am thankful for my best friend in the whole world~ My husband.
True friends are hard to come by.
Be thankful for the ones you have.