Over the past few days I've thought, more frequently than normal, about relationships that have been broken. Not breakups, per say, but friendships that once were very close and now are no longer.
Today, I saw a picture of a good friend with whom I am no longer in contact, and it physically hurt. My chest hurt, I could feel the sadness in my stomach, and for a moment I felt true grief. I wonder if that friend grieves the loss of me, too.
To me, broken friendships are evidence of the fall, and the fact that I grieve over the loss of a friend is a symptom of my longing for a better place, a place where petty differences and selfish motives do not keep us from loving as we should. From each one I can learn how to not allow my flaws to prevent me from truly loving, but I cannot seem to go back and restore what was lost.
So, here's to Heaven, where we will love and be loved perfectly.
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