So I haven't wrote in a while and a lot has gone on. Too much to explain in one blog. In fact, some of it I want to keep a secret for now. But let's continue.
Now I have a friend. I have two friends. Two very different situations but in some ways they are similar. But I'll write of Friend 1 today.
Friend 1: I've known since I was maybe about 14. We grew up in the same city and met on one of those on-line chat sites. It was one of those typical teenage friendships although we had never even seen each other. We liked the same music, we watched the same TV shows. Both of us had dreams to move to America: her 'Flawda' (as she called it) and me more New York sides. The culture and the life just caught us both and we longed to get our green cards and pursue what our hearts were set on. Then things changed.
I moved to Jamaica for 2 years and in the first year I messed around and failed all my exams. She lambasted me for it (even though in the time I was meant to be in school studying, much was spent catching up with her on-line). I fixed up and the next year I got my head down, hardly catching up with her and making sure I passed well. Within a little while of finishing my exams I was on a plane out of Jamaica heading back to Britain via New York, catching up with her slightly during my stay in the US.
When I got back to the UK, it was crunch time. Some things had changed since I'd left and come back. I now was a Christian having made certain decisions in Jamaica, and though I was quite a baby in the faith I had in a very definite way chosen to walk with my master. Now for the first time I was gonna meet her. The girl I'd spent so long speaking to on the phone, on the computer and thinking of as my best friend all these years we'd never met. My heart in my mouth I remember walking into her shop to wait for her. Would she like me? I remember the jump suit I wore, the cap I wore, everything, I could name it's colours, it's make. Maybe not the shoes but the rest is clear in my mind :). I wasn't really thinking in a super romantic way 'cus she was my friend and that she had always been. I was just thinking would she like me as a person. The way I looked, my style and so on, as if that was all people should base deepening friendships on (so superficial).
To tell the truth, we messed about, ran some jokes but I don't think she was that impressed with me. Within a very small period of time I believe we lost contact and that was that. Maybe it was more circumstances than anything but to this day I'm still affected thinking of her. Genuinely I think God has stapled her in my heart, to live and die. It's weird. I've had many friendships built and lost but this one I carry with me.
Now I know the goodness of God, I can't help but want that for her too. For her to know him, to know how much he loves her and to know how much I love her. We talked one day on Facebook last year and we weren't the same people any more. We couldn't talk about the same things. Since then I've longed to know her as a friend again but to no avail. I pray one day and one day soon she would come to know God in the face of Jesus Christ. That's my greatest wish for her. Beyond any reconnection between me and her. Even if we never speak again, that would be enough for me. Though I love her and long to see her again and even rebuild a friendship with her, if that never ever happened but she found her Saviour, that would be enough.
Why do I tell you? So you can pray too. Just tell God friend 1. He knows who she is.
Bless you.
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