When my friend, then mere acquaintance,
Asked if we could meet,
I was so honored.
I remembered the beauty of the talks
With my Wendy at that age and was happy to try
To share whatever I could.
Which usually doesn’t feel like much.
My friend knows her Bible and herself well,
And uses her gifts for the building of the Body,
And listens to the Spirit and obeys.
But whatever value there may be
In talking and laughing and co-laboring together,
I am still honored.
I am still happy.
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