My Nighttime Devotional

I read my devotional tonight.  It covered friendship.  It talked about how in society today we have microwave friendship, and compared such to the instant gratification we enjoy today.  We've become a society of friends who are here one minute and gone the next.

It goes on to say that we used to call that sort of friend an acquaintance,  someone we met with occasionally in our daily life and enjoyed but we knew they are not the friends who would sacrifice themselves to help us in the time of need.

It went on to remind us that an individual we could count on to assist us and who would sacrifice needs in any and all circumstances was our true friend.  It was someone we had not only spent time with but we cried with,  rejoiced with, and a person we had history with and we would actually take time to discover who they were,  what they were like, and what they believed in.  They even share the same belief system, the same values in life.  A true friend is friendship that stays strong no matter what.

The scripture reference was Proverbs 18:24.  There are friends who pretend to be friends but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.  It was a gentle reminder that God did create us to need one another.  I realized in order to be more Christlike,  I challenge myself to be the kind of friend I want for myself, to others, but not waste time with phony friends.  Hence the old cliche A friend in need is a friend indeed.  True friends are there in the sunshine and the rain.  

That doesn't mean I do not love everyone.  It makes me take a good hard look at the kind of friend I want to be, and thankful for being able to be a true friend to others. 

There's only a few that are really my friends.  People that could call me in the middle of the night or in 5 minutes or 5 years and we could pick up right where we left off.   Thank God for friendship on good days and bad.

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