I think that to assume your good friends will always be there when you need them puts unrealistic pressure on them. It puts them in a place that only God should be. It takes away your appreciation of God's promise to never leave nor forsake you. Sometimes we are left hanging high and dry. No one answers the phone or responds to that text. It's not in that moment that you find out who your good friends are but rather who God is. If I let go of every friend who wasn't there when I needed them I wouldn't have any friends. Often times its not a friend we need but it's God. If we turned to God as much as we turn to friends we wouldn't feel so betrayed. There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. Yet we desire the comfort of men over the comfort of God. Im not saying there is something wrong with needing a friend. We all need a friend. None of us were created to be alone. Even God said it is not good for man to be alone. However I am asking what happens when you need a friend more than God? When the gossip of the wicked availeth much instead of the prayers of the righteous? Do you pick up the phone to dial a number instead of call His name? What is going on through His mind when we weep over somebody not being there forgetting that He is standing right beside us? I've been in all these situations before. They have caused me tears I didn't have to cry and pain I should have never known. The test of a friendship is not in who is around when you need them. Some people are just their to be nosy and rejoice in your hard times. The test of a friend is in growth. Mature in Christ. Grow in God. Become a man and put away childish things. The people that try to talk you out of it or get upset and call you names are the ones you don't need. Not the ones who sometimes miss your phone call or take a while responding to your text. I know a lot of people who will listen but I'd rather know a person who will pray.
And he gave me hands. Hands to write the vision and make it plain. Hands to wipe every tear as He counted the blessings they would bring. He gave me feet. Feet to walk in the path he set before me. To run this race and endure all that comes my way. To jump over and walk through the valley of the shadow of death. He gave me a mouth. To shout the praises of a living king. To worship the glory of the holy lamb. To move the mountains to new places. To conquer the spirit of silence. He gave me life. Became who I am so I could be who he is. Laid down so I could stand firm. Cried out so I could dream big. Stepped down so I could be set free. Broke chains so I could serve him. Passed down the letter and canceled it through grace. He gave me love. Love to overcome breakthrough. To nurture bring life and survive. To rebuke loneliness inspire and grow. My King My Saviour My Redeemer who is patient and kind. Keeps no records of my wrongs wont delight in my evil ways protects trusts and...
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