Do you remember a couple of weeks ago my
friend threw a "Good-Bye Party"?
Well, it didnt actually feel like a
It was more like she was moving away and saying,
"DL, I think
youll have to find yourself another friend,
because I just wont be here
good-bye and good luck".
I had enjoyed her friendship,
losing her made me feel kind of
And very lonely.
It was in my loneliness and sadness, that I found
my True Friend!
Actually, we are old acquaintances.
He knew me from the beginning of
He was always there for me.
I had never realized, that He is my
BEST best Friend.
He is NEVER too busy for me.
I can call on Him day or night,
When things are looking up, He is there to rejoice with me.
life feels sad, dark or lonely,
He is the moon of my night.
He cries with
me, laughs with me.
He makes me feel better.
I learned that He likes
it when I speak to Him.
I get "points" when I bless Him.
Extra points when I bless Him for the
stuff that doesn't seem right,
Bonus points when I do anything for Him with
He answers me in interesting ways.
Sometimes it doesnt appear as
though He has heard me,
I have a guarantee from Him.
And I trust
He told me that He has opened an account for me, a
He keeps depositing rewards for me, and when the right time comes they
will be mine.
I get rewards deposited, when I perform His will,
when it clashes with my will.
Knowing that I have this account,
to be a little bit kinder and more accepting.
I know that my account is growing when I bite my lip rather
answer my insulter.
I know my account is expanding when I am patient,
especially when I am
cranky. I hope to reach the level of doing out of love
and awe and not for the rewards.
I look up, literally and figuratively, to
my Benefactor when I'm feeling
down and He reminds me to smile.
He loves me,
Unconditionally. Even though it may seem like
He gives me troubles, pain, punishment and I am suffering,
He told me He does
everything out of love for me. All that He does is good for me.
And I believe
Like when my three year-old asks me for another
lollipop and I do not
allow, she pleads and argues.
I smile but
Still refuse, saying for her own
good I will not give her another one.
She starts to cry.
Why can't she
Because I love her too much.
In her eyes, I am mean and
The real truth, I am kind.
I am saving her teeth and preventing
a sugar overdose.
She cannot comprehend that.
She needs to learn to trust
I understand her confusion.
When He gave me a gift that didn't "look"
too pretty, He said, it's just the
wrapping, inside you will see what a
treasure you have been given. She is our "special child".
(I think of my
account when I take care of her).
Special things come from high sources, and in descent to the world
manifest in the form of suffering.
He helped me become aware of His
great love for me, a love that is expressed
by, "running me through the
The more I'm put through the wringer, my account
I look up and wink at Him.
(Are the stars, Him winking back?)
I call Him,
We call Him,
Father, Our King.
Can you beat having such a Friend??
Now when I am asked
if I am alive, I can confidently answer,
"I am truly alive"
For I have
acquired a REAL Friend for myself.
My Father, Our King.
My other friend
has moved away
But I know she will rejoice in the discovery of this true
Oh, dear Diary,
Life is good.
Over and out -