I crave friendships with depth. Crave ’em.
So when I find women who are ready and willing to wade out of the shallows and into the deep end of the pool with me, I take full advantage of it.
I call these women my deep-water friends.
- They are the women who point me to God when I am struggling.
- They faithfully present me before the throne in prayer regularly.
- They want to do life with me. All of it. The good… the bad… the hot flashes.
- They are the ones who aren’t turned off by my messiness.
- They don’t sit in judgement of me because they’ve been there before.
- My drama doesn’t scare them away.
- They learn how to speak into my heart and into my life because they walk with me through hard times.
They are rare. They are priceless. They are few and far between.
But even knowing they are a gift, these deep-water friends can be hard to accept because they require something from us in return.
They need our 3 T’s: Truth. Trust. Time.
And when you’ve been dinged by life, these things are hard to offer up.
- It’s risky to share the truth of who we really are.
- It’s hard to trust others when our hearts have been wounded.
- It’s tricky to find the time to invest in new friendships.
But sisters, unless you allow your protective walls to come down, a deep-water friendship has no chance.
Do you remember the story of the man in Mark 2 who was paralyzed and lived on a mat? He had some amazing deep-water friends.
You see, these four men loved and cared for him so much that they went to extraordinary lengths to put their crippled friend in front of the one who they knew could heal him – Jesus.
When the room where Jesus was preaching became too crowded, rather than say, “better luck next time,” they…
- carried their paralyzed friend to the rooftop,
- dug a hole just his size in the roof, and
- lowered their buddy down with ropes.
His four friends loved him enough to place him before Jesus.
Please allow me to take some liberties here because the Bible doesn’t go into detail about this, but I would guess this paralyzed man had been pretty truthful with his friends about the pain he was in. He probably told them how hard it was to be unable to live a normal life. I bet he’d learned to trust these four men with his heart because they had invested time in each others lives.
And their sacrifice paid off, because what developed was a deep-water friendship. And that friendship led to his healing.
Sisters, what kind of friendships do you have?
Are they rich, deep and fulfilling because of intentional investments in truth, trust and time? Or are you stuck in the shallow waters where you’re safe, bored and unknown?
Take off your floaties and wade into the deep end.
There’s no place like it.