My God, my Friend (part 1 of 2)

This might be a little hard to understand. I hope not. I’m sure that at least some of you can relate. If not, it is something to aim for, I tell you. Throw yourself into the arms of your Pursuer!

Woman sitting alone in church

I don’t have to feel alone. My God is also my Friend.

Those who know me best know that, while I tend to be on the quiet side and it tends to take me awhile to open up, when I do, I tend to have plenty to say — at least for awhile. 😉 Recently, without my husband Tom here so often to talk to, I have felt like I could go crazy sometimes.

Someone to talk to

I was talking to the Lord about that and He said “Talk to me.”

My thought was, “Yeah, but I just really need someone to talk to that I can just list off all the events of the day and how it made me feel or how You helped me work it out or, You know, that kind of stuff. Little stuff. Deep stuff. Just whatever is on my mind…

“Nobody else in this world is really suitable for that level of communication, You know?”

The response was along the line of “Hello-o-o.” Of course, I’m sure I put my own spin on the tone, but that’s what it felt like when it hit me. Of course I can trust my God with all that! How silly of me!

Talk to God like a friend

And He said "Talk to me." | My God, my friend, part 1

“Talk to me like you would to your husband.” Oh, I get it!

Don’t we always teach the children that they can talk to God like a friend? Like their very best Friend?

Wow.

I don’t have to have something magnificent to say in order to talk to God. I don’t have to tell Him something He does not already know (obviously, right?). I don’t have to spend the majority of my prayer time quoting His Word — even though claiming the power of His Word is definitely an awesome thing to do!

I can just be me. Reverent and respectful, yes… but me.

I can talk to God like a friend.

And then in my prayer time this morning, I had this awesome realization that I had truly accepted my God as my Friend. (It’s making me want to cry.)

It hit me that our relationship seems to have gone through a series of steps over the years, over the decades.

An everlasting love

I suppose first my God was my Pursuer. He loved me with an everlasting love. Even before I was knit in my mother’s womb, He knew me, He loved me, He had plans for my life. He followed me, intent to gain my love, too.

But as far as my earliest memories go… well, I guess I should leave that for another day.

Be sure to check back tomorrow for part 2 of My God, my Friend.

“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you.

“Henceforth I call you not servants; for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth: but I have called you friends; for all things that I have heard of my Father I have made known unto you. Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you….” –Jesus (John 15:13-16)

~ YOUR TURN: Do you have a story of a time when something you already “knew” just hit you deep in your heart? I would love to hear about it in the comments! ~

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image: “Woman sits in church for a moment of prayer” by amslerPIX 2011 (CC BY 2.0) – flickr.com


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