Good Friends

Good friends are such a valuable asset to life. My friends have made me who I am today. They support me and love me, and give me guidance and direction.

 Like I said the other day, I'm kind of in trouble. I'm in ISS today, because I have a ton of late work to finish. And that's where this story begins.

Well, I have several friends who know what's going on with me. Whenever I apologize for being an idiot, most of them tell me, "It's okay, Becca, you're not an idiot! It's all okay." And yeah, that kind of makes me feel better, but it's not really the truth. It's not okay that I procrastinated to the point of being put in ISS. It's not okay that I didn't do something that I was supposed to do months ago. And I have one friend, one of my two best, who tells me that. She isn't being mean or harsh about it, but she's made it very clear that what I've done is not okay. And that's good. I need someone who I respect, who I love, who I see as an equal, (aka one of my friends) to tell me that I'm not "OK." Now, I still appreciate those who don't judge me, and who are trying to be kind to me, but tough love? That's real friendship.

Proverbs 27:6 says, "Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but deceitful are the kisses of an enemy."

Proverbs 18:24 says, "One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin,
    but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother."

I'm really lucky to have good friends. Actually no. Scratch that. I'm really blessed to have good friends. And grateful too.