Eleven years ago, my sister and best friend, moved away from Phoenix to Washington state. REALLY far away. I didn’t want her to move away…. with my two cutie-pie nieces… it was not fair. But life is rarely fair. She left on a Saturday and I woke up Sunday and just cried. Preferably, I like to keep my peeps right close. I did not prefer this arrangement, but knew God’s hand was on their move.
Before Christy left she recorded this song on a cassette tape and gave it to me. (Remember those?) I played it over and over as a sweet salve to my sad soul. My husband got sick of it really fast. Well, maybe it was after the 127th time I had played it. And I usually couldn’t make it through the song without crying either.
A few weeks after Christy’s move and my mourning period had eased, Rick came home to find me crying again. It was totally about something else, but he non-sympathetically asked, “Were you listening to your sister’s tape again?” HAHA. It’s funny now, but it wasn’t funny then. Time has a way of changing scenarios.
Still today I love this song. The Lord has blessed me with so many friends through the years. I truly am thankful! Every place we have lived, He supplied a bosom friend for me. I love you, my friends!