Meaning--
they are the kind of friends
you can serve left-overs to.
It was somewhat impromptu--
All the better.
And I could have served on paper plates.
But--I didn't.
Because...
Left-over friends are the most valuable kind.
They know my worth--
Is really only in Christ.
They are not impressed--
Except by His impressive grace.
My failures do not shock--
But just reveal God's mercy.
Our children are not scrutinized--
But embraced in Christ's love.
And if the meal is seasoned with joy or tears...
Left-over friends will rejoice or weep right along side.
As I was cutting up the strawberries...
Our son said,
"Isn't tonight going to be awesome?"
Not poetic.
But real.
And that's also how I feel.
Because left-overs
Are that down-home-solid-real-meal-substance--
The kind where you aren't:
Tired from striving.
Tired from straining.
Tired from aiming to impress.
Just the comfort
Mac-and-cheese friendship.
It truly is the best.
So thankful for all of our left-over friendships.
* photo credit
