THAT person

I have always been an independent spirit.  I enjoy my time alone and prefer family time than any other activity.  So I can count close friendships on one hand but I was always fine with that because I am very much an introvert and socializing wears me out! Friendships have always been elusive or at least the friendships I had seen on TV or in the news feed of my social media.  The girlfriends or couples that plan get togethers or movie night with a girlfriend or two.  Selfies of the besties with a very clever hashtag (or pound sign as I call it).

But I recently started a study on the life of Jesus and the study had me look at the relationship between Elizabeth and Mary.  Following the angel Gabriel telling Mary she was bearing a son, she traveled to Elizabeth.  Elizabeth barren and now much older  was expecting as well.  Two women experiencing something that would be considered impossible by man's standard.

When Mary arrived, Elizabeth shared in the joy of Mary's news.

"And when Elizabeth heard the greeting of Mary, the baby leaped in her womb.  and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and she exclaimed with a loud cry, "Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb!"  Luke 1:41-42

Elizabeth could have reacted very differently to the situation.   Mary's situation was quite unbelievable...miraculous.  But Elizabeth was overjoyed.

I have lived this life of foster care and adoption for the past 10 years too busy making it through each day to evaluate who the "Elizabeths" were in my life.  Those women who understood my struggles and never judged me.  Who open heartedly accepted me and all the struggles I faced.  Who openly loved my broken children who had meltdowns in public and showed little remorse.  Who never blamed me for misbehaving of my children but prayed fervently for my strength and wisdom to overcome.  Who understood that no matter how much I loved my kids they may never love me back and that wasn't because of me. Who never criticized my parenting but lovingly offered their support.  Who held me accountable for how I react to my life without making me feel like a total failure.  Who I am sure spent many hours praying for me, my kids, and our family.

A true friend.  Less concerned with our social calendar and more concerned with encouraging me to live the life God intended; however difficult that road might be.

They bought a ticket for the crazy train.  I was overwhelmed with the thought of how God places others in our life to share in our joy and to understand the peculiarity of our life.  For most that may not seem like a big deal.  But for me this was overwhelming.  I am continually amazed at how God loves me and provides for my every need...even those needs we don't think or know we have.

So as I recognized how God had placed all of these people in my life over the years, I felt a heavy burden to be that person for others.  And in true Jana-crazy-worry style, I fretted that I had missed many opportunities over the years to be that person. Ha! But I am resolved to be THAT person as we are all Growing Up on Dublin Lane.