I Once Had A Friend…

image ecky was her name.

God placed her in my life for a special time and purpose.

While I still consider her to be a dear friend – and always will – we have lost touch since our move in 2006.  However, I often remember the time God gave us together with fondness and abundant gratitude.

In 2003 I was still fairly new to marriage and even newer to motherhood.  I was in a new town, in a new state, and three hours away from my own mother who was – and is! – my dear friend and go-to-gal.

I was lonely.  Tired.  Overwhelmed.  Scared.

Just when I didn’t think I could go on much longer, the Lord stirred in Becky’s heart for her to reach out to me.  At the time her 35 year old son – her only child – was unmarried and therefore she had no grandkids of her own.  She wanted to minister to us by babysitting for then baby Abby.

As the weeks turned to months, the occasional babysitting turned to extra help on stressful days, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, a patient friend.

When I was sick she was there to rescue me. 

When we found out we were finally pregnant again with baby number 2 she was ready for an impromptu celebration at the local ice cream store. 

When I was flat on my back with morning sickness she would come clean my house and do my laundry. 

When I needed to go to the Doctor she would keep Abby or come along and help me. 

When I called  at 6am saying I had gone into labor, she was there to come take care of Abby and then later bring her to the hospital to see her new sister.

When Emmy was a newborn she and I would grocery shop together so I had an extra set of hands. 

When at the age of 1 Emmy got a bad ear infection and then had an allergic reaction to the meds, Becky was there to drive a stool sample to the hospital.

When we got ready to move she was there day after day helping me clean, pack, or just simply to play with the girls.

When I struggled to stay consistent in my time with God she was there to call me at 8am every morning.

When I faced a hard trial she drove over after I called her just to pray with me in person.

For three years of my life Becky was God’s comfort, compassion, care, and kindness to me in flesh.  I simply don’t know what I would have done without her.

Silly Sister SaturdayShortly after our family moved her son and his new wife found out they were pregnant.  God moved us and replaced our children with her very own grandchildren. 

I am so blessed even today by the testimony that Becky lived out.  While she desperately longed for grandkids of her own,  she patiently prayed and waited upon the Lord while serving Him by investing in our lives as a young family.

My prayer is that I can model friendship to others like Becky lived out for me.  We may rarely see each other now, but Becky is forever close in my heart by the thread of love that God used as He knit our lives together for such a time as that.

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