There was a paralyzed man brought to Jesus on a stretcher in biblical times. There was no room to pull him through the entrace, so the man’s four friends somehow got him up on the roof, and shingle by shingle tore the roof off that sucka until they had enough room to lower that man to Jesus for a long overdue miracle.
Those are the kind of friends that go the extra mile; that believe–in spite of all circumstances–all will be well. Those are the kind of friends I need, and that’t the kind of friend I seek to be.
BMWK, if someone were to characterize what kind of friend YOU are, what do you think they would say? I want to challenge to you to leave a comment of appreciation about one or two friends that will ball with you until you fall, then carry you until you can get up again and walk. We all have at least one. Tell that person why you appreciate them today!
God bless!
~ Harriet
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