To: My Dearest Friend
Where do I begin with a friend like You, One who has known me through and through since before the world began? Where does our story end, an eternity into the future? How deep does our relationship go when no depth can separate us? And how close are we to one another, One who says You’ll stick closer than a brother? Unchanging, omnipresent, unconditionally loving, wonderful counselor, infinitely wise, sacrificially compassionate. This is who You are, this is Your perfection, and yet You allow me to call You my closest friend.
Though I look around and see only shifting sand, I know You who is unseen is my Rock. Though my earthly friends will change and grow away, You are unchanging and promise to never leave nor forsake me. Though their words fall short and cause division, You only speak truth, honesty, justice, purity, beauty, goodness, virtue, and praiseworthy words. Though they leave me lonely, unfulfilled, empty and wanting, You pour into me so that my cup overflows and I am left wanting for nothing.
I have no choice, do I? Because if You weren’t my closest friend, who would be? Everyone else is tainted by sin, marred by the Fall, twisted by fleshly desires. I cannot ever place my identity, my soul, my inmost being into their hands because they will inevitably hurt me. But You, You are trustworthy. I place everything that I am in You with the knowledge and confidence that I am safe and secure.
All this, and so much more, yet I deserve none of it. You are perfect because You are, not because of anything I have said or done. So thank You, my dearest friend, thank You for who You are and what You’ve done for me. Thank You for now and for the rest of our future in eternity.
Hannah (still overcoming by the way)