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Armour Bearing.

One of my friends makes a point of counting her blessings/things she's grateful for as she blogs. If you just start reading her blog, it would be very confusing, because in the middle of an entry she does something like this (32). And then you think, What's that 32 for? And it's the 32nd blessing she's counted.

I like this because it develops an attitude of gratitude. (how is that for a TERRIBLE rhyme?)

A couple weeks back, the message from my church a focused on 1 Samuel 14 - these verses in particular stood out:

Jonathan said to his young armor-bearer, "Come, let's go over to the outpost of those uncircumcised fellows. Perhaps the LORD will act in our behalf. Nothing can hinder the LORD from saving, whether by many or by few." "Do all that you have in mind," his armor-bearer said. "Go ahead; I am with you heart and soul."

Jonathan's man had his back. He was there heart and soul in a risky endeavour. And that is a good friend. Interestingly, later on Jonathan got to be that man for David. Because life is a give and take - sometimes you bear the armour, and sometimes you need an armour-bearer.


I have been thinking about this and realized that I have many good friends. At least half a dozen here and half a dozen in Ontario that I could be completely and utterly honest with and know that it would be okay. That gives me incredible joy. Some people don't even have one friend like that. This makes me sad.

So tonight, I am grateful for my friends (1). I'm glad that there are people who have my back and are with me heart and soul (2). And I love that I can be that person to them (3).

Comments

Mindy said…
Praise God for awesome relationships and community :)
Anonymous said…
That is beautiful.
Laura J said…
oh Beth Fisher aren't you delightful. YAY for armor bearing!!
Kirsten said…
i like this.
steph said…
12 friends like that.. very rare indeed
MLW said…
I like this blog and I too praise God for armour bearers!
Jesskah said…
That's a really cool idea, the counting....I might copy it, if that's OK. :)
Beth said…
jesskah - you are welcome to steal all of my friend's great ideas. and she has a lot ;)

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