Coffee, Children and Craziness

One thing that took me well into my twenties to learn was the lesson of seasonal friendships. I always felt such tremendous guilt that I wasn’t keeping up with every co-worker I’d ever had or every friend from my childhood. As I started my own family, I found that I had even less time to write, call or even text those people that I once spoke to on a daily basis. For some reason, I had the mentality that if we no longer talked to each other, the relationship somehow ended on bad terms. And that was entirely not true.

It suddenly hit me one day that I was not mad at any of those people. We had been on good terms and then we lost contact with each other. End of story. There was no dramatic breakup or fight that ended the relationships. God had put those people in my life for THAT specific season of it. And I needed them to be there for that chapter. But once the season ended and we all moved on with life, there was no reason to grieve those friendships. We would always be friends, just in an entirely different way. And God would bring the exact friends that I needed for the next season of life. It was a rough lesson to learn but one that was so mentally freeing.