We have a daughter who at the time
was counting the days until she was
five. This child made a "best friend"
at VBS, Vacation Bible School, that
week.
The teacher (the child's mother)
reported that her child and mine
were inseparable. They did
everything together, right down to
holding hands on their way to the
activities.
What a great thing to hear!
On the way to the car I asked my
child, "What's your best friend's
name?"
unapproachable, quite the opposite.
He’s full of love, and funny. He gets
me, and wants to see myself as I
really am, not what I think I am.
Yet I don't just forget His name, I
often forget Him.
I run ahead starting my day and I
never look back. I make decisions
without talking to my best friend. I
don't keep in touch. I don't read His
letters or listen to His Words. An
hour becomes a day. A day turns into
a week. A week melts into a month.
Then some crisis hits and I
remember.
I have a best friend.
She shrugged.
"I forget."
Seems odd to forget a best friend's
name, isn't it?
But I'm guilty of the very same thing.
Jesus Christ is my best friend.
I can talk to Him anytime, about
anything. My thoughts. Sins. Worries.
Good news. Things that break my
heart. My relationships. Ministry.
Current events. It’s limitless.
When I mess up, He forgives me and
we’re right back where we were
before I goofed up. He’s not rigid and
And I forgot His name. It’s important
to remember Him, spend time and
communicate with Him