All Things New.

My night truly started with the song, Jesus Lover of My Soul. Although i'd been in the prayer room for two hours already, i'd only been in a time of waiting on what God had for me tonight. All in one instant, a reality hit me that stirred me to tears;

"I Love You, i need You, though my world may fall, I'll never let You go, my Savior, my closest Friend, i will worship You until the very end"...

My closest Friend.

God wants to be my closest friend, Jesus, my Savior wants to be my closest friend.

But do i want to be His?

A friend is someone you talk to, a close friend is someone you tell everything to. That you cry with, fight with, go to when your world is upside down.

How many of us can truly say that God is our closest friend?

As my heart ached over the thought that God might not truly be my closest friend in this life, i happened to glance over, and someone caught my eye.

In the corner, slightly hidden from the view of everyone else, was a handicapped girl. And as the song continued on to 'Jesus, Lover of my Soul', the girl sang, completely absorbed in adoration of Jesus. I wept because of the beauty of what i saw in that moment;

He was her closest friend.

How many of us, are so caught up in what we look like to others that we can't worship Him the way that He's asking us. We're so caught up in the complexities of what we think it means to 'know' Him and to 'Love' Him with all of our heart that we miss the simplicity of Loving Him and being Loved by Him.

"Jesus, Lover of my soul, Jesus, i will never let you go, You've taken me, from the miry clay, set my feet upon a rock, and now i know, i Love you"

Thinking about that girl, most normal Americans would see her as someone to pity, to feel bad for. But how can we feel bad, when the Creator of the universe is her best friend?

There is something to be said of simplicity of mind and spirit.

My thoughts turned to Anessa, and the prison she is confined to in this life. But for a moment, what i saw in that girl, i could see in Anessa. She may not be able to talk to us, but i believe she sees and knows more than can.

And someday, she's going to be released from that prison.

I cried tears of joy, and praised God for the day that she would stand among to multitudes and sing to the Lover of her soul. Praise the Lord, in His Kingdom she will be made whole again, the way she was always meant to be.

God is going to take back all the years the enemy has stolen from her.

In Christ, we have a hope for the future.