Francesca Battistelli’s latest CD has been on autoplay in my kitchen lately, and one song in particular has caused me to reflect on the live-giving friendships I’ve enjoyed over the decades.
Often marked by deep conversation, a love of books and—always—lots of laughter, these relationships have spanned generations and seasons of life, miles and family status.
In my adult years , they’ve developed over tea at coffee shops and breakfast bagels at ice-cream shops. They’ve grown across office work stations and kitchen islands, at MOPS meetings and school reception desks, in church lobbies and women’s Bible studies, and—more recently and much to my great delight—even through blog posts and comments.
I dare not start listing names, for fear of leaving out someone especially dear. But I think that’s OK—you know who you are. What you may not know, though, is how much you mean to me. That’s why the Song of the Month for June is dedicated to you—because to me, you are the “Hands of God.”
