Friendship Fridays

My friend, Amanda, recently asked for feedback on daily themes for her blog.  I was trying to be witty by offering some alliterative options when I came up with “Friendship Fridays.”  Immediately, I decided I wanted it for my own blog! 

I am going to start dedicating Fridays to my friends.  Watch out; you might get featured. 

To kick off this new tradition, I would like to mention the best Friend of all:

I first met Yeshua when I was about five years old.  I had heard about Him before, but He was never a big part of my life.  Of course, I called him Jesus back then. 

My kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Bennight, was the one who really opened my eyes to the fact that I should think about being friends with Him.  I don’t remember any specifics about what she said, but I do remember feeling this compelling need to pray to Jesus.  After my mom tucked me into bed that night, I told Yeshua that I really wanted to follow Him and that I was really sorry for the bad things that I did.  I told Him that I wanted Him to come live in my heart (which is what all us Baptists used to say).  Then, I fell asleep.

I prayed the same prayer night after night, afraid that God would think that I was just a kid and that I wasn’t serious.  I repeatedly reassured Him that I was not kidding around.  And I imagined Him literally living in my heart.  I pondered how He could fit in there, but I simply concluded that He was magic and could do whatever He wanted.  Silly, but true.  I really believed.

And He has never loosened his grip on me, despite my harlotry.  Now that’s more than a friend; that’s a Savior. 

I love you, Yeshua.