Friendship Like Scissors
Two more pairs of scissors recently came in the mail. I don't need more scissors, but these two pairs are old friends and I was happy to see them. They came from the US in a box of paintings and art supplies that I packed nine months (or, what really seems like a lifetime) ago.
It's funny how something as insignificant as having more than one or two pairs of scissors can feel like such an indulgence.
It was my dear, indispensable friend in Colorado who sent the box of art supplies. Her family stores stacks of boxes for us and lugs one or two to the Post Office now and then when we can spare some cash for international shipping. We were talking about which boxes I wanted next and she said she'd put them in the mail just as soon as she could find her packing tape, which had "mysteriously" disappeared (a.k.a. probably been confiscated by her ever-creative 10-year-old for one of his projects).
Suddenly I heard, from many years back, my Mother's exasperated Mama-Bear voice yelling up the stairs, "WHERE ARE MY SCISSORS???" She had three ever-creative kids who were always borrowing her tape and scissors too.
I must have learned it from my mama--it has never occurred to me that I needed to own more than one or two pairs of scissors. But now . . . let me count . . . I have 18 pairs of scissors. Crazy, no? Several pairs have come in the mail (a really cute pair from my grandma and a package of various sizes from my father-in-law). They show up in random corners of my apartment (my Mom-in-Law lived here before us). I find pairs I don't even remember packing in the boxes that slowly arrive from the US.
I started to wonder what I was supposed to learn from the scissors and from the "luxury" of always having a pair close by at the exact moment you need to snip off a ragged edge or a dangling thread.
My wealth of scissors got me thinking about my wealth of friends--about the way God has provided people in every season of my life to be there at the exact moment I needed someone to lean on, to lend a listening ear or wise words of encouragement . . . and I've been sketching out ideas and working on a new painting with these things in mind.
Old friends and new, friends near and friends far. Chat-over-coffee friends and talk-on-the-phone friends and write-long-email friends and leave-short-blog-note friends and even all of the dream-of-once-in-a-while friends from long ago, from other lives, really . . . You are all beautiful and I love the ways in which our lives intersect, the way our stories intertwine, even if only for a moment.
How many pairs of scissors do you have? Do you have "friends like scissors?" Friends who trim your loose ends, even friends who can say the hard things sometimes--in love? Linking up with Studio JRU's Studio Sneak Peek, this week hosted at I Believe in Love!