... in trust
A few weeks ago one of my oldest friends called me out of the blue. I thought she was just ringing for a chat as she would occasionally do, but within a minute it turned out this was not so, she had some news. She's moving to Antarctica to a remote research station... for a period of 18 months, not the rest of her life, I'm glad to add.
I was overjoyed for her, and after I had spoken to her I paused to reflect on why I found the news so exciting. Partly, because she's living a dream of hers, and taking the opportunity while she still can. But it was more than that. I realised that a few years previously, news like that might have upset me, because I'm not very good at change, even other people's. I would perhaps have been sad that I wouldn't see her, envious that she was having an adventure, and anxious for her safety. All that would have been coupled with a generalised anxiety that we'd lose touch.
Hearing this news now though, I felt none of those negative emotions. Reflecting on this further, I realised it was partly because my own life was in a different, more secure place, and because she and I have been friends for 17 years, I know that our friendship has already withstood tests of distance and changing life circumstances, and I'm absolutely sure that we'll still be friends when she returns from her trip.
In these situations when one experiences an absolute, unadulterated joy for another, I feel sure that this is what God wants for them. Another aspect of this is that the sense of security I have in that old, tested friendship is the same feeling I have about my relationship with God.