DEAR GOD, thank you for showing me that friends are worth forgiving.
You know how hurt I've been by my dearest friend. I was so upset I thought, "I never want to see her again." But I did want to see her. Even as I nursed my wound I missed the things we've shared so long: our luncheon dates, our shopping trips, the nutty things we laughed about. Our confidences, our hopes, our long soul-searching conversations. She adds a dimension of joy and understanding to my life that I'd be lost without.
Thank you that I prayed about this, God. Even if at first I asked only that she apologize, admit she's wrong. For as I prayed, that part stopped seeming so important! It occurred to me how many faults I have, how many times I've probably offended -- not only her but other friends -- and been forgiven. And how bleak and empty the years would be if people hung onto their grievances instead of each other.
It came to me so clearly: Friends are worth forgiving.
So thank you that I pocketed my pride and called her and she sounded so glad to hear from me. (She's missed me too, I know. She's been as miserable as I've been.)
Right now my heart is singing, for she's invited me over; we won't even mention what happened, we will take up where we left off. I couldn't be happier if somebody had handed me a fortune.
A good friend is a fortune. A friend is worth forgiving.
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