by Kathryn Taylor
My friends have proven themselves today...
They didn't have to, but I had asked...
I couldn't believe on faith-
Like Thomas did so long ago,
I had to press my fingers into the holes,
The holes in the hand of friendship-
Almost everyone carries friendship wounds,
Scars of broken promises,
Those crippled by severed relationships-
Sometimes, if you watch me closely, you will see me limping…..
I limp because I can still feel the pain-
Other times, though, I just limp out of habit-
Shying away, I seek to protect myself-
I walk a fine line of what I long for,
Yet fear the chasms of isolation on either side of me-
I feel driven by my desire for acceptance-
Carrying the burdens from my past,
I realize that I alone have shackled them to myself-
They are heavy and cause my pace to slow-
Each time I'm allowed to see and feel the proof for myself,
I'm able to leave one more burden by the wayside-
Soon, I pray, very soon,
I will be able to leave them behind by faith alone-
I want to have friendships without demanding proof,
And I want to be a friend without always trying to prove……
But, right now I am here-
Jesus stood patiently, allowing Thomas to find his proof-
My friends, also, have lovingly said,
"Come, see for yourself. Take what you need so you'll know…..
so that you'll believe…….
So you can grow into what God meant for you to be."
For that, and so much more, dear friends,
I say, "Thank you."
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