There are few things as powerful as regret to rob us of peace after the loss of a loved one. A few years ago I attended a birthday party for Gloria, a beloved elderly friend. Before the party, Gloria’s daughter invited the guests to share a special memory of Gloria at the party. Being a writer, I wrote mine out. As I thought about Gloria …
How to be a Better Friend
I climbed into my car after meeting with a friend, my heart a jagged, gaping wound. Everything I thought I knew about friendship collapsed. In the weeks since, God has been, bit by bit, stitching the gash closed. And with each pierce of the needle and draw of the thread, I’m learning–perhaps for the first time–the true meaning of friendship. …