“Be delighted in the Lord. Then He will give you all your heart’s desire.”
Psalm 37: 4
All of us in my family came home today covered in mud. It was one of those days when it felt like the world was not a fun place to be. Now I am not superstitious but it just happened to be Friday the 13th. Someone wanted to bring us down today and throwing mud was the weapon of choice.
So, needless to say we had some tears and reflective times that night. I think the hardest part about the life of faith in Christ is the rejection. There are times when you are left out of things. You feel like you are loving others, trying to be a friend, and encouraging others but you still ignored. That hurts. When if happens often it’s easy not to take it personal.
I know that not everyone opened his or her hearts when Jesus came. Heck, that was the best anyone could get come into their lives. Still, for whatever reason, they closed and locked the doors of their hearts right in His face. Jesus said we would be treated like He would. No one likes being treated like crap but that’s reality.
So, I am posting this blog this week for my daughter. My mom once told me a secret about being loved by friends. She said if in your whole lifetime if you have one or two people who are real friends, you have more than most people. If there was a friend pyramid, there are many, many people we know, and are just acquaintances on the bottom. As you near the top there are a few and these are true friends.
It is hard when people come in and out of our lives. It happens in cycles and we are passing through another one. I guess it is a life-long process.
A few years ago I wrote a poem that helped me understand what a friend really is meant to be. I hope this will help you too of you have had one of those lonely weeks.
Who I Call Friend
There are Sunday friends,
Never ending friends
Some saved for “one day’s’ “ page.
Others last a twinkling of an eye;
There are those until you die
Rare and great are those you find
Who call you friend until the end.
One sticks closer than a brother;
Crisis reveals one from the shadows.
Friends for a season; tastes bitter, adds sweetening;
Binds the wounds, one step in my healing.
A confidant that keeps pace beside
When you fall stands you tall.
The length of a weekend, a sentence, a song;
Different times, various reasons
But still they bear the same name.
A conversation on a journey long;
Tough and tender, weak and strong.
A companion, a comfort
A smile all the while,
If you know the Lord, he gives you the heart of compassion for the lonely because of your struggle. Jesus turns that mud into something sweet, His love has a chance to overflow sort of like a cup of hot flowing chocolate if you let Him. Someone is hurting for a friend, why can’t it be you?