A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity. Prov. 17:17
When we came into Macedonia, we had no rest, but we were harassed at every turn—conflicts on the outside, fears within. But God, who comforts the downcast, comforted us by the coming of Titus. 2 Cor. 7:5-6
But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called “Today”. Heb. 3:13
Heavenly Father, I woke up today quite thankful for the friends you’ve woven into my life—brothers and sisters who offer welcome and pose-free friendship.
Comrades-in-grace who gladly bear burdens, though I default to self-sufficiency and hate to be a bother. Spigots-of-mercy who comfort me when I’m downcast, especially when it’s hard to be emotionally honest and own my weaknesses.
Conduits-of kindness who know how to encourage me with their presence and words. They remind me of the gospel, and help me get a better perspective on life in this broken world.
Agents-of-hope who “call me out” from self-pity and cynicism, to faith, freedom, and peace. Fountains-of-fun who call me up—making time for joy, play, and “hang” time.
Make me the same kind of friend, Father, especially in this next season of life. Whether you give me ten or twenty more years of life, I want to finish my days in this world as an encourager and comforter—a means of gospel-sanity and grace-hope.
I don’t need to accumulate more stuff, and I certainly don’t need to get busier. As I preach it, so may I live it: “The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself in love.” (Gal. 5:6). May my appointed days be filled more with loving well than getting stuff done.
I’m an incalculably rich man because of the way you love me in Jesus—the true Friend of sinners. But I’m also incredibly wealthy as I do the math on my gospel-posse, sojourning-Home mates, and all-season-loving friends. Thank you. So very Amen I pray, in Jesus’ kind and glorious name.
