I got to thinking about those pants I had on yesterday, old, baggy, warm, and comfy. (I know just like my body). It seems like the things we enjoy most are things that seem old, warm, and comfy, and that goes for friends too. I have, and I know you have , met people who you felt were old, warm, comfy friends at first meeting. I often wonder how we knew each other in the pre-life. Some people are just so familiar that you just start talking like old friends right away and feel a deep connection and understanding with them. You always feel that way with your close family but once in a while you feel that with a perfect stranger. I have several friends I feel that way about and know that I knew them in the life before this. You feel an instant kinship with them and just want to spend a lot of time with them because you feel so warm and comfy. Aren't friends wonderful?
I find myself in that strange position of being single. Not only single but "Widowed", I hate those words. And I hate being alone. However I do love living in AZ and I love all our children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren and great-great grandchildren. How did I ever get sooo old? I also love my brother and sisters and their spouses, especially Christine, my best friend. I have been blessed beyond comprehension and I know that I have been watched over. I feel such love and peace especially on the days I wake up scared and lonely. I'm so grateful for the gospel and my faith in God and Jesus Christ. There would be no sense to life without this.