Several years ago I was asked to speak to a mom’s group on women friendships. The irony went several layers deep, I felt like the least qualified woman to speak on friendship. Though I was women’s ministry director for our church at the time, I felt lonely, socially too-much, over-extended in shallow relationships, I struggled
I started this post over 35 years ago, making this the longest writing project I’ve worked on to date. So excuse me, this is long. I was barely 5 years old sitting on the edge of my bed sobbing uncontrollably when my mom gave me my first friendship lesson: I have to share my friends.
Several years ago I was asked to speak to a mom’s group on women friendships. The irony went several layers deep, I felt like the least qualified woman to speak on friendship. Though I was women’s ministry director for our church at the time, I felt lonely, socially too-much, over-extended in shallow relationships, I struggled
I started this post over 35 years ago, making this the longest writing project I’ve worked on to date. So excuse me, this is long. I was barely 5 years old sitting on the edge of my bed sobbing uncontrollably when my mom gave me my first friendship lesson: I have to share my friends.
