What I Really Want To Talk About

 

What I Really Want To Talk About

     I have met a friend.  I know in Christian circles, we throw this word around a lot.  We use it to describe our relationship with Jesus.  But in truth, no word works better.

     He has been there.  His presence I have felt.  When I have really messed up, He could have rubbed my nose in it.  But He didn’t.  He has that way about Him.  Always knowing how firm a word to use.  He bends but He doesn’t break.  My will is a serious thing.  He could crush my spirit but instead, He channels my energies.  Somehow with all correction, He has withheld my dignity.

     I am humbled.  In secret ways between Him and I, He shows my inappropriate thoughts.  Where pride hides, He is faithful to shine His light.  Hence, I rarely have to say sorry in a sin sense to another.  He guides me in ways to avoid the potholes.

     I have never met another who has known me like He does.  Our talks behind the wheel or out at the pond, reveal my first love.  I just love sharing with Him my day.  We talk of nature and family happenings, work and play.  All topics are game as I tell Him what I am thinking.

     In a room He is as real as any other.  In fact, I have excused myself for unsightly behavior before Him like burping and such.  Lately, when my knee gives me pain and I let out a muffled shout, I ask His pardon because He has to listen to me.

     At home, I ask Him what He wants to eat.  What does He suggest because He lives in me.  Whatever I experience in the body, He does also.  So getting drunk is out of the question.  Drinking three energy drinks to get buzzing is out also.  I respect Him.  He says to regard my body as a holy temple so I ask His advice on things that could pollute it.

     Boobs and butts on T.V. get the channel changed.  I work hard to bring my imagination to Him.  All my thoughts He knows.  I choose not to hide.

     As my personal life coach, He is willing to give wisdom in all areas without upbraiding me.  He doesn’t call me stupid or laugh at me.  He only laughs when I start first.

     He takes His place in the throne room of my heart.  I may at times have wanted Him to sit there, but He reassures me it is my responsibility to choose my will.  He simply is an advisor who will not shout to be heard.

     I understand He is a man under authority so I voluntarily subject myself to Him.  We have an understanding.  I am free to make my own decisions, yet in the end I will bow in fear.  He takes the advisor role, but if anything gets out of hand, He steps in with permitted authority.

     I have confessed I need a savior – everyday.  The only way to be saved is to follow His lordship over me.  I am His slave.  Voluntarily I work under His eye.  I cannot escape His care.  I have devoted myself to Him.  He has laid down His life for me that I may prosper.  In that I call Him friend.

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