Monday, January 10, 2011
“Come on in,” Logan called.
Luke, Logan’s long-time friend, stomped his boots and entered the kitchen.
“Good to see you,” Logan said. He cuffed Luke on the back.
Luke smiled. “You, too.”
It was strange, watching the two greet one another as “big guys”. It hadn’t been that long since they’d seen one another, but a lot had happened. They’d both just finished their first semesters of college.
I talked with the two of them for a minute, then they left. Up the stairs. To the family room. Like old times. Later in the afternoon, when I carried a stack of towels to the boys’ bath, I was moved by the scene. Logan and Luke, playing a video game, sprawled over the floor, talking, completely comfortable, looking twelve- years- old again.
They sure have grown. Doesn’t seem that long ago that they wielded wands and pulled sponge rabbits from black hats. Or ran around the yard, clad in capes, as Aragorn and Gandalf. Now they were nearly adults.
I am grateful for the relationship that Luke and Logan have. It’s been a source of strength for my son. It’s been accountability. Prayer support. Laughter. Fun. Acceptance. Logan is a better man because Luke has been his friend.
God’s word tells us that as iron sharpens iron, people sharpen one another.
I’ve seen that truth lived out – in the lives of these two young iron men.
Lord, thank you for this friendship. It’s been a gift to my son. And thank you for the relationships you’ve brought my younger sons, too. May they continue to grow for your purpose and plan.