He Knocks

Friendships seems to be separated into phases, to me. As you get to know someone more and more, the relationship changes and evolves. Isn't that the truth? Both people involved usually begin to open up more and more and conversation topics become more intimate between close chums. It's a process. You can't really pretend to be close. Closeness comes about from experience and investments of time and attention.

Relationships. What a gift from God, eh?

Close friendships are my favorite. Even though the excitement of the "new" stage is cool and fun and appreciated... It's the deep and "meaty" ones that I'm all for. I just love the near and dears. I usually have just a handful of those. ...They're hard to find, ya know. Not that you just go stumbling upon them. But it is almost like they're these sweet treasures entrusted to us.

What do I love most about the deep friendships? Well I love the security. I love the off-guard-ness. I love being me and having no care in the world because I know ME is embraced in the surrounding of my "best friend."

Me and Jesus. How can I describe this relationship? Is it uptight? Uncomfortable? Pressured? Insecure? Is it inviting-from both sides?

Let me tell you about my dearest friend... There is a certain gentleness he holds, always. He is tender and aware of my needs and desires, both right and wrong desires. And He cares for me, regardless, whether I am in the right or not. He is bold though. He is unafraid and unashamed, always. He is secure. He is so safe. He is so strong. I need Him. I need Him all the time. And whether I recognize it or not, he is patient. He desires for me to spend time but He is patient when I look elsewhere for intimacy. He is the best friend for me. And I want to be closer to Him.

Jesus doesn't let me rest on my excuses. He is full of wisdom and the best leader. And still I have noticed something today-He is ever-patient.

Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent. Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me. -Revelation 3:19-20

Yes, He is my King, THE KING! And Yes, He knocks. Although I've experienced His persistent and steady pursuit of my worship, I have yet to find him barge or kick down the door of my heart. He is patient, even when I am slow to acknowledge, slow to respond, and slow to invite Him in.

Thank you Jesus. Help! Quicken this heart of mine to respond every time to your knocking. 

Goodnight

Grace