Best friends.
In highschool, it's a big deal. Who your best friend defines you in some way, small or significant. In the last few years, I've had several "best friends". Most of the friendships faded out, for some reason on my part, boredom or annoyance.
Now I'm "bff-less" and it's been on my mind. I've got plenty of friends don't get me wrong. But what makes someone my 'best friend'? The person I'm most comfortable with? John. The person who knows me best? Carter. The person who's known me the longest? LeClaire. The person who always gets what I'm saying? Erika. The person who always makes me laugh? Liz. The person who makes me smile when I'm ticked off at the world? Cameron.
Doesn't a best friend need to be all these things? I puzzled over the thought for awhile, listing off names and qualities in my mind until it occured to me that none of them, as much as I love them each dearly, fufills all my requirements. Who does? No one on Earth.
But my heavenly Father does. He makes me feel safe when the world is falling apart in front of my eyes. He knows every little thing there is to know about me. He knew me before I existed. He understands my quirks and mistakes. He brightens my worst days. He shows me the light at the end of a horrific day.
He's the perfect best friend.
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