I just felt this weird sense of encouragement. I thought I’d share it with you all.
My best friend of multiple years and I had a falling out over the summer. We’re not friends anymore.
It hurts me because even though I’ve moved on with life and made wonderful new friends, I miss what we once were. I miss riding roller coasters with her. I miss going out on the beach, and getting Starbucks, and laughing until we couldn’t breathe. I miss making fun of movies and eating sandwiches together. I miss sitting on the back porch talking about how no one would get us the way we got each other.
After all this time, I’ve accepted that we’re not going to be friends again. It’s just not going to happen here on earth -- which is the exact thing that gave me hope.
I don’t know if I’ll be friends with her again in 10, or 20, or 50, or 100 years. But I WILL be friends with her again -- in heaven, someday. I’m a Christian, and I full heartedly believe that she was too and that someday in perfection we’ll be friends again.
100 years may seem like a long time, but that’s ridiculously short in light of eternity. Someday we’ll get to smile at each other, and walk out on a beach, and laugh until we can’t breathe again. It’s not just some wild fantasy, it will actually happen. That kills me a little inside... it makes me so happy, I can’t explain it.
Because even if I don’t understand all these awful things happening to me now, there is a reason for them, and someday everything will fall into place. Even if I don’t know why she treated me so poorly toward the end of our friendship on earth, I know none of what we did to each other will matter at the end of it all. ,<3
