Friends?

Oh the joys of deep reflection. I am so thankful for having a friend who challenged me today to look outside with thanksgiving. She has great taste in music that simply begs me to start typing. This platform is private and so incredibly freeing. The imagery within my soul gets excited when I read her work. It is unashamed and poetic. It never ceases to remind me that there are beautiful things in the everyday that I so often miss and look over. I found busyness safe because it allowed me to act like I gave of myself today. No one can see the selfishness, pride, hatred, lust, wandering eyes, when everyone sees a hard-working intern. That's attractive, right? I will spend myself for you. Pouring out my soul, be the person you want me to be. But who am I? Reflection is a hidden talent of mine. I want to reflect the person you want me to be. I want you to see me exactly as the person you would want in a friend, co-worker, sister, passerby on the street. Please accept me. Yet there is no hope, no solid foundation found in your acceptance. I cannot trust in it because it cannot last. I am feeble, you, my friend, are too. So where does that leave me? Begging for acceptance? What if, instead, Jesus were to be the sole focus of both our souls? So many questions because I desire this to be a conversation between you and me. There is so much hope, love, joy, peace, solid-ness in the person of Jesus Christ. I so badly want you to know that and I wonder if our friendship will lead us to that point. What if we could be comfortable enough to share life, knowing that the One who formed it from words is enough?