My whole adult life, I have gravitated toward older people. (Calm down, people I hang out with. I said older, not old.) I think I probably assumed they had it all together, and it would rub off on me. I have definitely absorbed some wisdom, but let’s not get carried away.
The older we get, the more secure we are in our identity and the less we care what others think. Can I get an Amen? I just love hearing people’s stories and the amazing twists and turns their lives have taken that they didn’t see coming.
Growing up, I saw my parents’ friendships and have emulated them. (Several I consider my friends now too. What a cool transformation!) My parents showed me it is important to have friends that are like you and ones that are different. They had a wide variety.
When I think of older friends, one lady comes to my mind who God sent me for a season. Right after college, I started attending a church and sat near this woman, Dorothy. We found out Mom was sick again, and Dorothy reminded me of her. I began confiding in her after services and she would hug me while I cried. We formed a friendship that was, of course, just what I needed. I only went to that church a few months, but God knew I could use someone who wasn’t close to the situation or close to my age. I needed someone who had more life experience to help me navigate the murky waters of my feelings and fears. Friends my age were nervous around me because they didn’t know what to say. The fact that I let myself cry with Dorothy shows how comfortable she made me instantly. We lost touch but I think of her and smile.
Then there are friends who are just a few years older and have kids who are slightly older than mine. The advice they have shared has been priceless over the years.
I have hung out and volunteered with many people over the years whose kids are my age, and I love it! They have seen God come through and can reassure me He will again. I adore the time I spend with them, but I am wondering one thing.
Is it time for me to befriend someone younger than me?
I really do prefer the company of those who are older than me, but at what point do I consider it time to start passing down what I have learned? I don’t want to be greedy and soak up all the goodness myself. I want to be more of a sponge that gets wrung out over others who need it. I want to be used to pass on peace, wisdom, and joy when they need it.
God will bring people in my life at the right time. I hope I am paying attention when that happens!
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