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Life Saver and Island Builder

Proverbs 17:17
A friend loves at all times,
and a brother is born for adversity.
1 Samuel 20:41-42
After the boy had gone, David got up from the south side of the stone and bowed down before Jonathan three times, with his face to the ground. Then they kissed each other and wept together—but David wept the most.
Jonathan said to David, "Go in peace, for we have sworn friendship with each other in the name of the LORD, saying, 'The LORD is witness between you and me, and between your descendants and my descendants forever.' " Then David left, and Jonathan went back to the town.
Eccl. 4:10
If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!


Friendship. With all its nuances, its definitions, its range of emotions, is still one of the simplest and most precious gifts of all. Because at the heart of it is a Christ-like love, the kind that enables you to let go of any selfish ambitions, the kind that let’s your heart break over tears that are not even your own, the kind that allows you to become more than you could ever be without that love in your life. If I would ever have to measure the quality of my life, I would pick “friendships” as the unit of measurement. It is the one area that, looking back, even years before I ever knew the Lord, I can see God’s provision and faithfulness most clearly. What I haven’t quite figured out is the letting-go part – the settling into the seasons that every friendship is naturally subjected to, the knowing when a lack of contact, a lack of connection, is simply a result of seasonal change or an indication that the purposes God had for this friendship have been fulfilled and it is time to move on.
It seems like every time I get comfortable in a place, in relationships, in the friendships that define particular seasons and challenges and growth periods of my life, God urges me to move on. I kick and scream and am ready to start a fight for defending the boundaries of my little comfort island, until that small voice starts speaking up, that gentle voice that wants to remind me of the sources of my identity. It is the voice of Him Who knows me so well as to foresee that I need to be lured away from my comfort island that's made up of people so close to my heart. The voice of the One Who throws me back into the open waters, so that I can remember that the only One to throw me a life saver or even build me a new island is not of flesh and blood.

John 15:13
Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.

 

24.6.08 14:23
 


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