Dear Friend,
It’s me the person you use to call best friend! We were inseparable for so many years of our child hood. Our parents were like parents to the other, and people always thought we were related as much as we were always together. We believed we wouldn’t grow a part. We believed we would be each other’s maid of honor’s and each other’s God parent’s to each other’s kids. What happened to us? Where did our friendship go? I loved and still love you like a sister, and will forever cherished the time we shared together. No matter how good or bad it was, but I now Know God had different plans for us, and all though we came from similar backgrounds. We might not go to the next chapter together. Know that you and your family were a big part in my life, and all though God ripped me out of the life we were used to living and placed me miles away. I will always miss those days we shared. I will look back when people mention your name and smile that was a person I use to know well, but no longer know in that way. You see the Lord places people in your life at different time that you may need, but as time goes on those people may still hold a part of your heart, but may not be what you need at the moment. Lord I understand now that each person who has walked with me at different times in my life was a friend you had sent me. For that struggle I went through, and I understand not everyone will continue on this path with me. Many don’t! Many see the struggles, and the pain, and run the other way. They don’t see the other side of the struggle. They only see what the struggle is and what it has done to me. Just like I have only seen the struggle of friends and what that struggle has done to them I may never know. Lord I pray you are forever with these once best friends, and I pray you continue to bless them in every way possible. Lord as I start my next chapter of my life I pray you give me the strength to endure whatever is headed my way and most of all. I pray you send us those friends you send. The ones who help ease the struggle at hand.
