There are a few songs from my childhood that hold nuggets of timeless truth.
One song in particular is a little tune we sang during my time in Girl Scouts. While most of my memories of those days are rather vague and increasingly fuzzy (summer day camp, “sit-upons” woven out of strips of newspaper, ditties about Little Rabbit Foo Foo, random badges, and of course the infamous cookies), the lyrics of that one unforgettable song have grown more meaningful and poignant over the years.
Make new friends, but keep the old;
One is silver, the other is gold.
A few years ago my heart was unexpectedly crushed by what seemed to be a crisis in friendship. In reality it was no such thing, but the impact nonetheless sent me into an emotional tailspin. I spiraled downward and crashed hard.
In inexplicable ways, though, that ordeal brought about some deep changes in my life, and I have awakened to the great joy found in forging new friendships. My world is widening and my heart is growing. I’m in awe of the way God is enriching my soul through these people who are opening their lives to me—me, a gal who until a few years ago was encapsulated in a rather small world. While at times these new friends offer me novel thoughts to ponder and conscience-stirring causes to embrace, they are just as apt to open a window of comprehension into my own past experiences as we tell one another our stories and contemplate the paths we’ve traveled.
Yes, silver is precious.
And so, of course, is gold.
My “golden friends,” like me, are getting noticeably older. Over the years, we’ve walked through joy and sorrow, peace and anguish. Weddings, births, and deaths. Misunderstandings, impatience, and ugly attitudes. Fractured hearts and fractured minds, restoration and renewal.
We’ve spoken words of affirmation and acceptance, and we’ve encouraged one another to “keep on keeping on” while attempting to love one another with the love of Christ, knowing that He will carry on to completion the good work that He has begun in us.
But one undeniable reality is that our individual capacity for memory just doesn’t work as well as it used to. We’re becoming more forgetful. For a while, we blamed childbirth and/or hectic lifestyles; now, we blame menopause. And, truthfully, we occasionally even wonder if early dementia is beginning to set in.
But one of the joys of these long-lasting friendships is that we can actually help one another remember. We can recall the ways our friendships were forged in the midst of college adventures or community outreach and ministry. We can remember times of silly antics and riotous laughter or times when God’s presence was made all the more real to us through the embrace of loving, caring hearts.
This brings to mind, of course, the most heart-wrenching experience of my life, an experience that revolved around the illness and eventual death of my daughter. Many of my “old friends” were the ones that walked me through that time.
And some of them are the ones that helped me laugh again afterward.
I’ll always remember my first belly laugh after Chloe’s death. There we were in Palm Desert, a small group of old college friends on a weekend getaway, and as we were chatting about days gone by something set us off into the kind of laughter that causes your belly to ache and sends tears streaming down your face. And for me, in that moment, tears of sadness merged with tears of laughter as it dawned on me that I was doing the unimaginable: my daughter was dead, and I was laughing. Laughing hard. Yes, she was alive in Christ, but she was physically absent from me after more than a year of horrible suffering. And I was laughing.
That laughter, incongruent as it was with the despair that had gripped my heart for so long, was part of my healing journey.
Of course, when I mentioned that bittersweet experience of 17 years ago to these same friends just recently, they had little recollection of the event. It hadn’t stirred their souls in the same way it had stirred mine. But the memory-prompting, for all of us, served as a palpable reminder of the golden nature of long-lasting friendship.
And then, not to be overlooked, are those “old friends” who for one reason or another have slipped quietly away from our everyday worlds. Reconnecting with a few of these ladies has added an additional layer of depth to my life. In fact, as I interact with them I feel as if I’m mining in a field with veins of both gold and silver, not always sure of what I’ll find as these old friends and I dig into unexplored ground, encountering new challenges while holding onto the richness of our shared pasts.
Silver and gold. These days I treasure both.
6 Replies to “On Friendship, Silver, and Gold”
I enjoyed your insightful thoughts. My condolences on your daughter’s passing. I’m glad you have laughter in your life. ?
Christa, thank you so much for your kind words. I just discovered your message. I’m not sure why I’m not receiving some kind of notice. Before I switched to the self-hosted site, I received emails when people commented. This is a bit of a learning curve. Again, thanks so much for your thoughtfulness!
I’m a fellow Hope* Writer, and I also work for ForEveryMom.com, a Christian parenting site. I love this post; adult friendship can be so difficult, can’t it?! I believe our readers would be encouraged by your words, too. Would you allow us to republish this post on our site? We would give you full credit as author, link back to the original post, and include your bio and head shot. Let me know what you think (and if you have any questions)!
Mary, thank you so much for your reply and the beautiful offer! I just saw this message. I’m not sure why I’m not receiving some kind of notice! What a learning curve this is. I would be thrilled to have your share the post. Thank you!!
Two great pictures of friends. Silver and Gold. You brought that song alive I used to sing as a round at summer camp. I now better understand what the song is about.
Teresa, thanks so much for your reply. I just noticed it! I’m not sure why I didn’t receive some kind of notification. Oh, what a learning curve….I didn’t really think much about the meaning back in the day either. Sometimes, the years give us a bit of insight.