The first time Keith and Megan had dinner with Brenda and me we all retired to my study after the meal. I read a story called “Beautiful Dreamer,” by Arthur Gordon, in which he told of encountering the generosity of friendship in a most unexpected place. The symbol of that generosity was a battered old music box that played only one tune—Stephen Foster’s haunting melody, “Beautiful Dreamer.” Three years later, at Christmas, Keith presented me with a music box that played that very tune and a letter in which he wrote: “May this small gift become a treasured possession as your friendship has become to me.”
That was 30 years ago and today our friendship is stronger than ever.
“One who…speaks with grace will have the king for a friend.”
–Proverbs 22:11 (NIV)
Lord Jesus, thank you for special friends. Help me to be a friend like that. In Your holy name I pray. Amen.