Sometimes I see you and I’m just so glad to see you.
Sometimes I wonder how you’re really doing and what’s really going on.
Sometimes I ask you.
Sometimes I don’t and then I wished that I had.
Sometimes we talk and we really talk.
Sometimes life is too busy or the kids are too loud and we try, but we can’t.
Sometimes we just don’t try hard enough.
Sometimes I’m honest and I tell you what I’m really thinking, what I’m really feeling.
Sometimes you do too.
Sometimes it’s powerful, that kinship we have.
Sometimes it can change our path.
Sometimes distractions get in the way.
Sometimes we are discouraged and don’t know how to keep going.
Sometimes we are stuck and need each other’s help to be freed from our bondage.
Sometimes we just need to cry together or dry the eyes of the other.
Sometimes there’s joy and it over takes us and spills out over all and all over the other.
Sometimes there’s pain and the pain threatens to drown us and we ride the wave together.
Sometimes I’m afraid to say what I think is true, because what if it hurt you or what if it changed you?
Sometimes we walk away from each other never knowing, never seeing, missing the most important.
Sometimes we see and we really see and we meet the need.
And sometimes, just sometimes, we are true friends, sisters who would give up anything to see the smile of the other. To know they are doing ok on this road called life, or to be there to answer the call when they’re not. Sometimes God has us be His hands and His feet.
Sometimes and we will never be the same.