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The Need of Friendship....Featuring Brenda L. Yoder

Friendships have taken on different meanings as I’ve journeyed through life.  As a child and teen, the friends in my neighborhood made up my world.  We were an eclectic bunch, much like the Breakfast Club of Smalltown USA in the 1980’s.  We didn’t all agree on morality, religion, or politics, but even today we respect and love each other in our own way.  There is strength in growing up being respected for who you are.
As a young parent, my friendships revolved other stay-at-home moms.  We raised our kids together, shopped together, spent hours at McDonald Playlands together, went to bible studies, made homemade applesauce, and were exhausted together.  Different paths in life have brought many of us to different churches, schools, jobs, and stages with our own families as we have entered the parenting stage of family life.  But when tragedy or celebration strikes, each one of us picks up the phone, drives a child to practice, or sits and cries with each other if needed.  A sisterhood of sorts woven together by snotty noses, sports jerseys, and caps and gowns.
Now, at forty-something, my friendships have become as diversified as I have.  Workplace, graduate school, ministry, and internet have expanded communities and deepened friendships I would’ve never dreamed of when I was desperately phoning a friend to meet so I could get out of the house with toddler and baby.   Times of hurt and pain have brought people into my life I probably would have never known before.  As life experiences grow, God is gracious in bringing more people into our lives at just the right time. He is good that way. 
Through various experiences, the understanding and value I’ve placed on friendships has changed.  I’ve learned that people are not a substitute for our relationship with God and His Word.  I’ve also learned friendships rooted in God and scripture are healing, a live-giving balm in times of vulnerability, need, and hurt.  I’ve learned walking hard places without community brings despair and that every human should have safe places of friendship in the most difficult times.   I’ve learned building healthy boundaries with others is better than putting up walls or not have any boundaries at all.  I’ve learned friendships have different purposes and each one is essential in its own way.  I’ve experienced moments where I’ve seen God in unanticipated ways with people I would have never expected.  
I’ve learned that women need other women, yet we are afraid of each other.   We long for acceptance, yet we are frightened to accept ourselves and others.  We fear rejection, yet we reject.  We hunger for unconditional love but are hesitant to show it.  Every once in a while, we find friends where we aren’t rejected and we receive acceptance and unfailing love.  When this happens, we gain confidence in giving these same gifts to others.  When we offer these gifts, the depth of God’s grace and mercy is life-giving to those who are hungry just like us.   
I’ve come to the conclusion that words are the simplest, yet most powerful gift to extend God’s grace through friendship and community.   As women, our internal dialog is filled with doubt, fear, and shame.  But when another woman looks us in the eyes and gives encouragement and truth of what they see in us, new life, confidence and hope springs up.   Affirmation of who we are from our own gender is grace in the simplest form.  I love being in community with other women who are not ashamed to say to each other, “You are loved, you have purpose and value just the way you are.”   Each of us longs for this in our heart of hearts.  We know God feels this way about us.  But when we hear it from another woman?  That’s Jesus with skin on.
The power of God in friendship is found in women willing to give live-giving words of Jesus to those needing strength.   I’m increasingly grateful for women who continually give encouragement to me when I need it most.    Where can you stand with women in your life?
Colossians 3:12-14
12 Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. 13 Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. 14 And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.


  1. Wonderful post my friend!! Such encouragment!!!
    Thank you for sharing and being apart of "She Stands" You are a blessing!!!


  2. Such a great post Brenda. I think what you have written here is so true. We certainly need each other and I believe God made us that way. Again, great post friend.
    God bless


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