I just celebrated my 45 years of living. What a fabulous birthday time. My mom and dad bought me a New Washer for my new home! I was so excited, came home and they had it set up and everything.
As I started my birthday, I prayed and asked God to keep me surrounded with only geninue friends. I only want genuine friends and I know they are hard to come by and at the same time, I only want to be a genuine friend. Surround me Lord with the inner circle of friends that will love, respect and honor what a friend should be.
But you Always gotta remember your friends like:
Ms. MARGARITA & Miss Chardonnay and my new BFF Queen Malibu!!! (just joking)
On a serious note, friends are hard to come by and true friends are few in number! If you get one in your lyfetyme, consider yourself blest.
"Portrait of a Friend"
I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts,
or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will
search for answers.
I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.
I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.
Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.
I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.
I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.
I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.
I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love who you ard and be your friend.
--Unknown
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Portrait of a Friend
Posted by The Diva Principle at 9:11 PM
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