I have called you friend

It is in whispers and kindness He often comes. This friendship with the man of heaven, the king who sits at the throne of His father. On those overcast days when emptiness feels the space around your hearts, His hand slips over yours saying “I am enough.”

The crack of heaven opens a little wider.

He sits with us in our anxiety and discomfort, not chiding or criticizing our weakness for He understands our humanity. How gentle is His friendship and how kind His patience. In His eyes of endless color and life is found identity and hope. As He grips tightly to our hand, you somehow know the only way you will lose His hand is if you let go because He never will.

When the accusations and misunderstandings of others threaten to steal your joy and thunder over your peace, He comes with His presence defying the enemy’s strategies and He turns you around to only look at His face.

It is the in darkness after sunset, with silence and tears that He also comes, wrapping unyielding arms of comfort and peace around our shaking forms. He feels every fear, knows each wound and empathizes over the desperate struggles. He sees the agony in our eyes and the clenching of our fists. He knows and He cuts off the head our enemy.

Death withers to dust and is no more.

In the thin places of morning, right before dawn, between dreams and waking He walks into the room. He brushes our skin and our hearts with His healing warmth. “This is my beloved, this is my friend.” His heartbeat pulsates through the skin of this world to make this reality known. He wants us to know what He feels and what He thinks, yet He also knows the magnitude of such intimacy is more we can hold because we are but man. So He graciously gives it to us in glances, in touches, in whispers and in laughter.

How deeply the earth misunderstands this king and friend. If we only knew veracity of His goodness. If we only knew the steadfastness of His friendship. If only we knew how truly close He is pressed against the fabric of humanity, woven into an inescapable destiny with us. We do not exist without Him and He chooses eternally to never be without us. How could any God be greater? How could any king be more perfect? How could any friend be more trustworthy?

“No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.” John 15:15

Natasha is a short story writer who has been blogging for the past decade. She is currently raising four kids in the midwest United States and married to her wonderful husband of 10 years. They both work with YWAM and media missions.

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