Beloved Friend

August 24, 2020

 

 

In March of 2020, a virus, known as COVID-19, invaded our country. It spread

like a wildfire from town to town, city to city, and in no time – we all, as a nation,

were frozen in our tracks.

I’d driven one of two routes to get from home to work for over 25 years and all of

a sudden that routine trip was null and void for who knew how long. The nation

was closed. I’ll admit, at first blush, I wasn’t unhappy about not needing to go

down to a little shop that had lost its luster in the wake of the progress of time.

Nevertheless, the closed door was unsettling, to say the least. Occasionally I’d

drive down to our shop’s neighborhood and note that nothing was open, and no one

was there and the contrast of what once was a community of no parking spaces and

people spilling out of the restaurants to nothing but tumbleweeds bouncing down

empty streets was eerily unsettling.

After a series of seemingly endless conversations with my husband, the decision

was made that we would begin to move towards the goal of closing our doors and

reconfiguring our business plans. I knew that exiting a glass blowing studio and

gallery would be challenging, but really, I didn’t really know how challenging it

would be until the time came to actually do it. How in the world would this

happen? How does one undo a glassblowing studio? How does one liquidate an

entire gallery filled with art glass? How does one undo 25 years of doing? And

how does one seemingly do it alone?

 

Oh, let me cut to the chase. When I made the announcement my friends came out

of the woodwork, like ants to a chocolate cake on a quilted blanket spread out on

the floor of Pine Valley State Park. “What do you need?” “Name it Diane, I’ll be

there and make it happen.” And over and over and over again, the offers came

rolling in. And while it’s true that I’ve not yet turned in the keys from the old

place and consecrated the new – I know enough to know that none of it could have

happened without the dedication of beloved friends. Beloved friends. They come

freely but they don’t come cheap – their value is accumulated over a period of time

and it is almost always the results of what you have contributed towards them.

Friends are an investment. And I might say, the best investment anyone could ever

make. You’ll know the gems when you need the gems.

One other observation and really, the onus of this retrospection, is the reality of the

presence of God through this personal journey. I knew from the get-go that I would

need Him in the details. I knew the challenges would be great and I knew that I

did not want to miss His glory.

I stood alone in the silence of a neglected garage. There I was in the middle of the

junk drawer room of our home. Stuff was piled as high as it could go and

navigating my way over the floor was one foot in front of the other. Sometimes I

felt like a mouse in a maze. This space was just as daunting as the shop. I had

planned for a pick up from AMVETS and it was my sole responsibility to move all

donatable goods from the garage to the driveway. Wouldn’t you know – the

garage door would not open. So I had to hand-carry every item through the back

door – one stack at a time. I prayed all the way through it. Some of the pieces

were so heavy I didn’t think I’d be able to make the transaction without some

residual pain or catastrophic drop– and yet, in the end, it all happened.

I’ve learned something in this squeeze. And this is it. Monumental problems

allow us to praise God and celebrate the small things when we journey with Him.

When all was said and done at the end of that AMVET move – I knew that the

Lord was with me. I was not alone. He was there. And what could have been a

lonely, foreboding experience was nothing more than an opportunity for Him to

prove to me that forever He is faithful. I’m not kidding.

I stood alone in the emptying garage and wrote on a notebook paper the reality of

His presence. It was in that dark, lonely move that I experienced God’s love in my

life. He was there with me. I don’t always stop to recognize that – but that

moment – I praised Him. And wept. What a friend we have in Jesus.

 

He’s with us freely but He doesn’t come cheap – His value is accumulated over a

period of time and it is almost always the results of what you have contributed

towards Him. Jesus is an investment. And I might say, the best investment anyone

could ever make. You’ll know the gems when you need the gems. He’s the

ultimate precious. He’s the ultimate Beloved Friend.

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