Tonight I had a disagreement with a dear friend of mine – the kind of friend who is more like a sister – the kind that you sometimes say really bad words in front of.
At one point, in desperation, I threw my hands up and said, “Who do you think I am – Jesus?!”
There was a super awkward, approximately 120 seconds, where we just stared at each other and I knew she was thinking, “Geez, I should say yes,” and I was thinking “Geez, she’s gonna say no.”
And then she quietly said, “Well, mostly yes,” and I said, ”Well, I’m not. I’m not Him at all.’ To which she responded, “Well, thank God, I don’t have to be the one to tell you that.”
And then we laughed. And then we cried a little. And then we hugged.
Get you some friends like this. Real is comforting.
The ability to BE real is freeing.
We are all in such need of grace and we do each other no favors when we pretend to have it all together, so just stop that, okay?
Be honest. Be real. Be a friend to whoever needs one. Be on the lookout.