Now when he had finished speaking to Saul, the soul of Jonathan was knit to the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul.
I Samuel 18:1 NKJV (New King James Version)
In life we all have our best friends, our long time friends, our fair weathered friends. But, if we are truly lucky or blessed, we have a kindred spirit. These are those friends we meet unexpectedly and bond immediately.
I have a picture of my kindred spirit. She is sitting on a chair in her living room in Nagai Housing area in Japan. She is in her flannel nightgown and one hand has a telephone receiver up to her ear and with the other hand, she is talking. I look at the picture and am immediately transported back in time when I took this. It captured Debbie. Expressive, bubbly, full of life.
I can’t remember where we met; it must have been at the chapel in the housing area. All I know is that we clicked in a way I never had before. Time did not matter; it was like we had known each other all our lives. The bond was instant.
We spent hours and hours and hours talking to one another. I walked over to her house daily, after work, before work or instead of work.
We left Japan before they did. When we said good-bye our husbands had to pull us apart as we did not want to leave each other.
We wrote for a while and then, as often happen, life got in the way and we lost track of one another. I never forgot her. My heart missed her.
Again, with the dawn of Facebook, we found one another. We continued our conversations. We didn’t start new, for we didn’t have to. We caught up with each other.
Her life had not been easy; she is a cancer survivor, the wife of a dear man who has MS. She works tirelessly for her family and grandchildren. We are older, wiser, but, her zest for life is ever-present. Her zeal for the Lord is still contagious. She still talks with her hands, I haven’t seen it, but I can tell.
She is the David for my Jonathan’s heart. David, for she loves the Lord and follows closely after Him. She is musical as was David, and her words, like the Psalms bring comfort to me.
We don’t get to visit as often as we would like, but, when we do, we are still those young women who could raise the noise level in a room easily. (It is rumored that one of us once blew a whistle in a store to get someone to wait on us… Of course the whistle was around Debbie’s neck. Fortunately I was quick enough to blow the whistle and leave it hanging there so it did look like she had done it…)
Her friendship is a gift. When I was homesick and feeling so alone in a foreign country, the Lord brought us together. Knowing Debbie is like seeing that first daffodil of the season, it brings hope and brightness to a tired landscape.
Lord, may I be able to bring hope and brightness to someone today.
Thanks for stopping by today, Cathi (DAF)
5 thoughts on “Kindred Spirits…”
Loved it!, Friendships are a gift from the Lord! He knows just what we need!
Oh my gosh! I am bawling like a baby. I have never felt so honored and cherished. And I miss you all the more. God doesn’t make mistakes, and He knew we needed each other! I love you dear friend. I’m putting on my nightgown and calling you! ❤️❤️❤️
haha!! Talking with you hands too? Love you and miss you dear Debbie! Thanks for the response, you’re the best!
Oh special friendships endure! This I know!!
How we all have a love/hate relationship with Facebook… but oh, how it brings us back to those cherished friends with sweet memories!
that it does, and the memories that can flood with just reconnecting with someone who you share history with. Thank you Nancy.