FIRST ROW FRIENDS

So far Front Row Friends (FRFs) has discussed friendship in the light of fire. Looks like we got a bunch of pyros over here. Reflecting on these friends fanning dreams and works into flame led me directly to think about the refinement that comes with friendship with my FRFs. Psalms 66:10-12 “For y

I used to struggle with the feeling that I didn’t have those Front Row Friends that I could count on. Throughout my youth and even into my adult years, I often found myself in want of more reliable friendships, but unsure how to develop them. However, when I took an honest self-evaluation, I realize

I grew up as a pyromaniac. My earthly dad was a fireworks attorney while I was a young kid, so we have a lot of memories lighting things on fire and watching them explode. One memory sticks out the most though. My dad brought home this smoke grenade that was used by the military to hide troops as

I’ve never really felt like I fit in. I never fit into a social mold, a specific table at lunch, or a specific club. I just floated. I sprinkled myself where I wanted to be and let nature take its course. Saying all this, I also never felt like I had many friends. I had some but I guess it never fel

About a year or so ago, the topic of weddings was prominent through my friend circles. The subject ranged anywhere from who was getting married, to who wasn’t, to what our weddings may look like one day. During one such conversation, I shared that I didn’t want a bridal party, much to the surprise

Growing up it was hard for me to be real with people. On the surface, it would seem that I was close with others, but in reality I kept everyone at a distance. My “friends” knew the most shallow version of myself and I was okay with that. It meant that I didn’t have to get into sharing the complete

Recently there was a picture going around on social media showing the difference between two rooms that were in a house fire. One room had the door open during the fire and the other room had the door closed. The room with the door open, as you can imagine, was completely destroyed. The room with th

Be on the hunt for new friends. The Indigenous Australians practiced a method called Fire-stick Farming where they would scorch the earth to transform vegetation and adjust the actual plant or animal species surrounding them and their village. Pause on that for a moment. Their familiar environment

I love my people. I love spending time with my people. I love spending time with God alone. Be alone with the Father. Wait, what? This is about friends Erin, did you get the memo? Uh yeah, I did… be alone with the Father, but like how Jesus did. He would slip away often and spend time with Him.

Growing up, I was the baby and only girl of my siblings. On the street that I grew up on, where many of my fondest childhood memories were made and my athletic ability was born, I was the only girl-surrounded and forced to hold my own with the 7 boys who lived near us. I’ve always appreciated the sw