I don't think I've ever been shocked by a lost friendship. In fact, I am pretty sure that every single one of my friendships that has ever ended was followed by a moment of solitude during which my inner self whispered "Hey, I know you're sad. This is sad. Losing things can be hard, but losing people is harder. But, dude, you knew this was coming. You knew it was only a matter of time." I will take this a step further and say, I haven't lost a friend that I could not live without. I will end this paragraph by saying, that every friendship I've lost has been a blessing. A really big, colossal rich blessing (absolutely no shade).
So, here's the thing...I'm technically what you would call a "Christian". I have been my whole life. My parents had me christened in a church, I've been to numerous vacation bible schools and camps, I've been baptized and I have a Vera Bradley bible case that's soft and holds my own annotated copy of the Holy Bible. So, yah. I have been a Christian my whole life.
I started to truly get what that means in middle school, thanks to a good friend and a wonderful youth ministry. I sorta fell off in high school until my 17th birthday, which I spent in the Dominican Republic on a mission trip (let me tell you, it wrecked me to my core in the best way). Then college came, I found a church and sang the songs and prayed the prayers...and it was good. In fact, it was really good. But it wasn't until 18 (March of my freshman year), that my heart broke and I desperately tried to use my very human hands to put it back together. But the shards of it all kept cutting them up until they were rendered hopeless, and I didn't know what else to do but lift them up.