I'm desperately seeking a friend
or even better
Friends plural
I need a Christian friend
to help me learn more
about the real Jesus
I need a non Christian friend
To help learn more about
The real Jesus
I need a human friend.
To feel closer to God
To feel his presence
feel for you
@saintiaint. Your post makes me think of “I had many things to write,
but I will not with
ink and pen write unto thee: [14] But I trust
I shall shortly see thee, and we shall speak
face to face. Peace be to thee. Our friends salute thee.
Greet the friends by name.” 3 John 1:13-14
Greet the friends by name
With “He calleth them by name...”
And also the song “what a friend we have in Jesus.”
I can relate to your loneliness as I’ve felt it extremely to where my heart and bones actually hurt. torn. So I’m probably the last person to give you advice on friendships. can share with you two things God has taught me. on my husbands side of the family (they are a big family); I’ve never opened up to any of them while at the same time blaming them for never accepting me. Blaming them because I’m always on the outside. There are teenage boys, tall, hip, and they have always intimidated me beyond no end. Somewhere a long the way I pushed everyone away. One of the boys came up to stand near the other day and acted odd...like he had something to say. Then he didn’t say it, but instead went to walk away. I spoke up and said “come here” and I hugged him. I felt stupid and insecure and never expected what he said next. he pointed out that we hadn’t hugged since he was little and called me by name “aunt Vickie.” You had to be there ...but my insecurities had planted things in my mind that wasn’t true and here was this young man who had noticed our lack of connection and remembered it. As if it had mattered to him more than I ever thought. After, he continued to call me “aunt” when he never had before.
Another lesson God taught me is being ashamed of where I come from and who I am. In thirty years of being married I’ve never offered or invited my husbands family over to my family. Afraid or ashamed for them to see where I come from or how I was raised. God has helped me get over that too and I’m ready to open doors and say “this is me. Come in. Know me.” No lies. No covering up my history. But letting people either accept me for who I really am, or choose not too. it has made a difference. Not blaming others but taking the steps while not at the same time shoving everyone away.
I’ll be your friend. Although on here it is hard because this isn’t real contact day to day, face to face.
