"You've got a friend in me"

This post is inspired by a very close, true, and honest friend.
And this post is also intended to spark some sort of like-mindedness amongst the reader, hopefully.

So, let me tell you how awesome God is.

I come to Him on many occasions and, in some sense or another, hand Him my list of wants (which sometimes are more demands than they are requests) and I sit, I wait, and nothing happens. So I'm left wondering..  Why, God?

One specific request fell in the category of friends. You see, I thought I had an idea as to who I needed to be beside me as I go through life and how such people needed to be, act, look and make me feel. It often doesn't cross my mind that I'm basically telling God how my life needed to be. The very One who gave me life and some how I feel entitled to inform Him as to how it's going to go - because who knows me better than I know myself, right?

Wrong.

Had God given me what I thought I needed, I'm pretty sure I'd have ended up being a very uptight, stuck up, rude, arrogant, self-absorbed person.

What was I given instead of that?

True and honest friends.

People who know me so well they may as well be my family.

Isn't that what's desired in this life, though?  To have people that know you inside and out, people who you can have something akin to a mental conversation with (meaning no words are exchanged but only looks and facial expressions), people who keep you humble, people whom you respect and look up to, who can be authoritative one moment but leveled with you the next, people you trust. God never intended us to go through life alone and because He loves us He gives us awesome people to go through life with.

Upon this realization - who honestly wants a "friend" who just makes you look good cause they're cool or something? I still struggle with this, if I'm honest. As stated in previous posts I struggle with mans approval and would tend to shy away from having friends that were like me and instead go after the beauty queens, cool skater chicks, or what have you. Why? Solely for the sheer hope that some of their "beauty" or "coolness" would rub off on me and that people would want to be my friend and look up to me cause I was beauty queen pretty and popular and skater chick cool. Which thus resulted in focus being taken off God (who focuses more on the inner beauty of a person) and put back on me (only focusing on what I didn't have on my outside appearance). Bottom line - life isn't a popularity contest. :) 


So thank you, God, for not listening to my list of demands. Thank you for showing me that there are different ways to have beauty and "coolness." Thank you for knowing me better than I know myself and that I can always have complete confidence that that will never change. Thank you for the gifts you've given me in the form of friends, brothers, and sisters. Thank you for being awesome.