I’ve always wanted a really good friend – I had one once… But Satan got a hold of her.
I never understood why or how, but so many people were always attracted to me. I mean really liked me – but I’d have my guard up…all the time.
Because… I knew, they didn’t really know me. Not the real me… the broken and scared me. Surely not the insecure and rejected me.
But anyhow, people always felt comfortable sharing all of their stuff with me – their inner hearts with me, and “somehow” I was able to hear and to help, and to hug their hurts.
All the while longing for someone like me to come alongside me, and be that for me. That kind of friend to me.
Little did I know HE was there all along, patiently waiting for me. And finally, I could simply be me…bring all my hurts to Him and be completely set free. Now when they come to me, I can point them to HIM!
