We’re spending the night with a friend I met online three years ago. It’s our first time to meet in person, but all fears about our initial encounter are quickly put to rest when she runs to the door and greets us with unbridled affection.
Dea and I met through a comment she left on one of my blog posts. I don’t remember exactly what she wrote, but she reminds me that I responded to her with an invitation to continue our conversation through email. It quickly became obvious that our friendship was divinely orchestrated when we began sharing the beautiful, ugly pieces of life and praying for each other with steadfastness.
Join me for the rest of the story at The High Calling where we are ruminating about Rediscovering Community. I want to hear your definition of real friends.