While this may be a short post, I believe it’s an experience that I’ll never forget. I hope my words can do it justice.
This is my second year in our local BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) class; a 9-month bible study of one book of the bible (this year it’s John). It’s international and interdenominational, represented by a variety of backgrounds and cultures. The teaching is firmly grounded in God’s Word and in Truth and is 4-fold: daily questions (from scripture), small group discussion, teaching by the teaching leader and in-depth notes to elaborate on the lesson & scripture.
This year I have the privilege of being in a small group with a mix of women of different ages, cultures and backgrounds. There is so much to learn from others in a setting like this. I quickly found myself drawn to a Korean woman, about my age, with two young kids. I’d seen her before, last year at BSF and at my son’s preschool. As we sat in small group the first few weeks of BSF I could tell that she, too, struggled with parenting small children. She shared her heart and was vulnerable and despite the language difficulties, I could relate to her on so many levels. I had the opportunity to respond during group, letting her know I understood. A wave of compassion and a heart-level connection washed over me. I didn’t even need to know the details of her life to see the beauty in her heart.
She shared, as best she could in English, her love of the Lord. But even without words I could see that her sweet, meek spirit was the Holy Spirit at work in her life. Our language and cultural differences had no influence on our relationship as sisters in Christ. We shared something special in spite of those differences and we shared it because of Christ.
My sweet friend will be moving back to Korea in the next several days. A spiritual connection was formed. One that goes deeper than a worldly friendship. Our mutual desire to love and follow Jesus, and our desperation for Him, was the common ground, the drawing force and the binding power of our brief friendship.
As we hugged our goodbyes today, teary-eyed, I was surprised at how emotional I was. I haven’t known her long… I don’t know her favorite color, or food or even the names of her children. Maybe I was sad because today was probably the last day I’d ever see her again, at least here on earth. But I was reminded that my sweet sister will be with me in Eternity and for that I am very thankful.
It’s incredible how the Lord gifts us with relationships, whether brief or long, that forever change us. Relationships that draw us closer to Him. Relationships that show us what it’s like to truly be “family” with someone not related by blood, but rather connected by Christ.