It is the story of two little girls who are supposedly friends but who are really using each other, not loving each other. At the end of the story they have this conversation:
"Well," said Thelma, "from now on I will have to be careful when I play with you." "Being careful is not as much fun as being friends," said Frances. "Do you want to be careful, or do you want to be friends?"
It struck me that is the choice throughout life-- to be careful and to build walls,hold people(or God) are arms length, or to be friends-- to be honest and real and to really know one another.
Honestly, this is not something that I write about having achieved, but I write it out of conviction that this is what we need--
So, what shall it be? "Do you want to be careful, or do you want to be friends?"
