Been contemplating what being a true friend really means.
Of all the friends I have, those whom I can be very real to, and not have to put a "I'm doing ok" front, can talk crap or my honest thoughts without feeling that I'm being judged... These are my real friends. They love me and accept me for who I am, quirks, struggles, weaknesses and all. In turn, I get to see my friends for who they really are too, and though sometimes we have different opinions on things, yet we try to see and understand each other's point of views, and still love and enjoy each other's company greatly and fondly.
My closest friends are but a few, and they will be there for me, even when I'm stagnating or not growing. Instead they keep cheering me on, listening, praying and encouraging. I don't feel judged by them, and I always feel safe with them. I guess I feel safe because I know that they really love me, warts and all.
I realize they have shown what it means to be a faithful friend. They love me at all times. They are examples of Christ's love, and for that I am grateful. Jesus did not demand us to clean up our act before we could be His friend. He chose us to be His friends, and made us clean through the cross. His love is faithful and kind, even when we have not been to Him and others.
With this in mind, I have been thinking of how I love my friends and family. Will I still love them even when they become unkind, unspiritual, unloving? Will I abandon the friendship or keep a distance from the family member when I see no change in them? Obviously I should not. And obviously I've got to make more effort to help them know that when the going gets tough, I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay, just like my faithful friends, just like Jesus.
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