She sits at my kitchen table drinking tea and folding tracts...all by herself. I am busy with other things...other people. When I finally make it to the kitchen table, not only has she fixed her own cup of tea, but mine, as well. She's made herself at home and she's comfortable. She's my friend. Not just any friend, but my faith-filled friend. She's the one who prays with me, prays for me, shares my heart, and can read my mind...even when I seem to have lost it. We've been through a lot together in days of late and for her I am extremely thankful!