Our last trip to the capital of Uganda had my mind on one thing. I needed a friend. And I was set to find that friend.
I asked God to provide. I was asking, not for necessity. But out of longing. And a tad bit of desperation.
One shopping day. Pile of shillings in my bag. Deliberate walk to the back of the huge, amazing department store in Kampala.
And there....with etheral lights shining around it...and the hint of the hallelujah chorus in the background...was My New Friend.
Now, I was warned about buying my Friends in life. But sometimes you have to make the exception.
And so I did. My bright shining Friend stands proudly in my laundry room. Her name is Whirlpool and she hums delightfully as she works.
She gives to me graciously. Scrubbing, wringing, cleaning and releasing me to serve my family in other ways. All her valves and doohickies work brilliantly and the floods of the laundry room have ceased. And I love her.
Sometimes, friends are friends forever. I don't know if this relationship will last that long....but for now, she makes me smile everytime I see her.
And that is a great friend to have.