I Am a Friend of God

I am who I am because, early on, God became my “bestie.” No kidding. He’s been with me through every season, every joy, and every heartbreak. And even on days when I don’t say much to Him, I know it’s okay. Real friends don’t have to talk nonstop; sometimes, just being in each other’s presence is enough. That’s why I practice His presence.

Right now, as I type this, I imagine Him sitting beside me, smiling, maybe even chuckling a little as I write, “I am a friend of God.” And that thought alone fills me with peace.

Oh, life still happens. Bills still come, some body parts still ache, and the news is still as unpredictable as Texas weather. But my friendship with Jesus lifts me above the fray. It’s the kind of friendship that holds when everything else feels shaky.

It’s one thing for me to say God is my friend, but I want to be His friend too. Not just an acquaintance — one of His “besties.” After all, we go way back — since I was eight years old at summer church camp, when I first invited Him into my heart. He’s been the most faithful friend I’ve ever known.

The best part? He’s the kind of friend who never leaves, never rolls His eyes at my ramblings, never stops caring. He listens when I need to talk. He holds my heart when life is too painful. He whispers comfort when I’m afraid. And He carries my burdens when I finally stop wrestling and let Him take them.

James 4:8 says, “Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you.”

Jesus is my everything — my Savior, my Healer, my Helper, my Shield, the Lover of my soul. And the cross proves that I’m His everything too. That’s what I call a “bestie.”

And He doesn’t just listen. He also nudges. He reminds me, “Now go love others like you love Me.”

John 15:15 says, “I don’t call you servants anymore, because a servant doesn’t know what his master is doing. But I’ve called you friends…”

If Jesus isn’t your best friend yet, why wait? He’s already knocking at your heart’s door. Won’t you let Him in?