It ran from joyous times to serious times.
It surly was a very intense weekend. It ran from joyous times to serious times. Last weekend one of my closest of friends got married. I was honored and humbled that he asked me to take part in his wedding. This allowed the “gang” to get together. Six of us guys have been friends for over twenty years with some of the friendships being over thirty years. The grooms mother, who calls us her adopted children, pointed out how unusual that 6 people who were friends as children are such strong friends so many years later. I thought about what she said and I said it must be a God thing. Only God could have held our friendships together. We have seen the best and worst of each other. We have lived with in a mile or two of each other and we have lived half way across the country from each other.
It is this friendship that allowed one of the guys to tell me how I am wasting my life doing what I am doing. He pointed out how a college graduate should be doing something that paid more then what I make. He told me that I was in rut, I was playing it safe. I was meant for more. It was hard to hear this. Am I wasting my life doing what I am doing? My job pays squat. There is no security in my job. How ever, ones value should not be based on pay. God never promised us job security. I just know that he brought up some valid points that I am still thinking about even today.
If someone other then one of these guys had said what he had said I would have probably would not of listen to what they were saying. They would not have the standing the trust as I have with these guys. I know that the comments were made out of love.
I have been blessed by these friendships. They are more then friends they are family. I might never be rich with monetary wealth, but I am rich in ways that most people might never understand.
Thomas
