Why being an adult girlfriend is so tough

Being a girlfriend in my younger years, it was about remembering one another’s birthdays, making my friends feel special, being there after a break-up to listen to the tearful woes of a love gone bad. But being a friend changes. I don’t know what I did right, but God has armored me with the best friends I am certain I do not deserve. I am surrounded by women who love Him and me fiercely. These women are incredible and beautiful. And I cannot imagine my path without any of them. They are each special, each bringing something unique to my life. 

I wasn’t prepared for the change though. In younger years we become protectors of their hearts. In our 20s, if you hurt our friends we will fight. We will stand up for them. We will protect them. We will tell them what they need to hear to feel better. That’s what we are supposed to do. 

But the variables change. In adulthood, the stakes are different. Our needs are different. This list isn’t compiled of the things I necessarily eloquently do. But they are the things that I and the irreplaceable women in my life have done that have proved to allow our friendships and other relationships to flourish. 

  • Listen. This is different than before. Sometimes she needs you to listen without judgement. She needs you to be mad when she is mad and be over it when she is. She doesn’t need you to form opinions about her husband or companion. She just needs a safe place to lay her frustrations down. 
  • Be honest. This one is tricky. She doesn’t always need your opinion. Often, she doesn’t. But I have some wonderful ladies that taught me that honesty was from love. And if your intentions are pure, be honest. 
  • Understand the big picture. So he’s lame. Yep. Really lame. Ok. But the stakes are high when we have homes, husbands, and children. The big picture isn’t always simple. It’s not even always pretty. But our job as friends is to help her remember what is important. And help her remember the big picture when she is overwhelmed with her own feelings.  And to help her figure out a way to get there. 
  • Pray. If you love them, pray for them. 
  • Give them time. I struggled with post-partum depression. I wasn’t myself. My girlfriends were always there to give me time. Time to remember me. I’m certain it wasn’t ever convenient, but when I decided I was in the mood for girl-time, they made it happen. And it made All the difference to me. 
  • Let them guide their ship. Shew. This one was the hardest for me to learn. God gave them their families. And now am I certain He will tell them how to take care of them. When they ask questions about leaving or divorce, direct them to God. Those decisions can only be made through prayer and meditation. 
  • Show grace. If she loves him/her, show them grace. She doesn’t need you to make her feel guilty for trying to save her family. And she doesn’t need the added stress of having to fear interactions between her family and best friends. She needs you to love her enough to show grace, even if you think he stinks. 
  • Accept honesty. Hear your friends. Respect them. Respect their honesty. If you love them enough to hold them dear, let them tell you the truth. We are all assholes sometimes. And sometimes, we need someone to tell us. 

Being an adult friend is tricky. It’s difficult to navigate. It’s unnatural in a lot of ways. It is love that calls us to jump to defend one another. But we have to love one another enough to be the person she needs us to be. And sometimes, that is silent. And sometimes, that is to tell her that her outfit is unbecoming. Or maybe even, that her husband is right, and she is being unreasonable. Thank you to my women, my sisters. I love you each deeply. 
❤ Shalom 

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Setting the record straight


Life is hard. Parenting is hard. Keeping up with bills, work, and ball games -all very hard. We live in a demanding world. And almost always there just isn’t enough. I feel daily like there isn’t enough time. I’m not patient enough. The house isn’t clean enough. We didn’t read enough. My children don’t eat healthy enough. The list goes on and on and starts over again every morning when my eyes open. I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know. Because my guess is that no matter your current situation, you can identify with me. 

I have my ace card though. I am one of those people. I am one of those people who rock out to praise and worship music. Yep. It’s out there. I said it. In my car, in my house, at my desk, wherever and whenever I can get it, I listen to it – loudly. A dear friend introduced my husband to Toby Mac at one of the harder times in his life. He embraced it and came to love it. I was a skeptic and kept my distance. 

As I entered to this stage in life (adulthood) where I felt as if I lived in defeat, this was His answer. You see, as a working mom time is sparse. I must be very deliberate with every hour. As much as I adore church, it’s hard right now. With infants, it’s impossible with nap time. With children, after spending all week away from my babies, it’s so hard to hand them off for three precious hours to a nursery attendant. Then there is cleaning my house and the grocery. What about a few precious hours with my grandmother before my children turn into trolls because it is nap time? Again, I love my church and especially my church family. But time for formal worship is let’s face it- hard. 

Praise and worship music feeds my soul. I need you to know that I listen to this not because I am perfect and well or even a remotely “good” Christian, but because I am struggling, and I need to feel His presence and to be reminded of His grace. Is it lame and unpopular? Yep. Would I have giggled at this 10 years ago? You bet ya. But I need it like air these days, people. 

When I don’t get the worship time I need, or time studying scripture because I fall fast asleep the moment my head hits the pillow, I need to feed my spirit. Day after day I am faced with challenges. These are the challenges and blessings that He has placed before me. It’s easy to get overwhelmed with the STUFF. Someone is sick, someone forgot his/her backpack, someone was abused, someone is hungry, someone has no heat, someone is being neglected. The list of things I face continues to build, and I have to be able to show up and deliver. And I can’t do that if I am depleted. I am needed. And we are not meant to walk in defeat. 

I never needed it until this season of my life. But I do now. I am proud to say that not all days, but some days my husband walks in to see me and the kids breaking it down in the kitchen to Toby Mac while I cook supper. Go ahead and giggle. It is a funny sight. You might see me rocking out at a stop light. And there is a slight chance I will be throwing down some Snoop, because I really do love Snoop. But odds are it will be the Message, or Theway FM, or Christian Family Radio. And I will be loving every second. 

I am getting my head on straight for my family, for my students, and for my Redeemer. I need Him. I need to know that I’m not alone, that I am not walking in defeat. It’s easy to get distracted by the ugly and the demands of the day. And I’m just a human. I do it every day. Praise and worship music is my armor. And for the time being, it’s my lifeline. 

❤ Shalom