Sunday, May 1, 2011
My best friend is…
I’m late in writing this week—I hope you’ll forgive me! On Sunday, I had the opportunity to spend some time with Dan, and while we drew superheroes and villains, we talked for a minute about this week’s topic: My best friend is…
Dan surprised me with an answer that was quite profound. He said that all of his friends were best friends. Each of his friends was special (or “best”) for a particular reason—one was the friend Dan plays at the park with; another was his friend from soccer; and Marco (sorry, Dan, I don’t remember what you said about Marco—except that you used to call him Mikey).
I don’t think I can give a better answer than Dan’s. I’ve never been the type of person to have a lot of friends. The friends I’ve had, I’ve been very close with. And not one of those friends could replace the others. Each one has a very unique place in my heart and life.
That’s the way it is with people. You can search throughout the world, and you’ll never find two people exactly the same. You’re the only you on this planet. And the person next to you is the only them on the planet, too. Each one of us has gifts and passions and personalities that cannot be replicated by another. That’s why it’s so important to accept others as they are—whether you would call someone a “best friend” or not, they are uniquely created to reflect some aspect of God’s character. They have something to offer that no one else in this whole world can offer. You have something to offer that no one else in the world can offer. That’s a very cool thought.
And I really can see God in my friends. I can see Him in each one of my nieces and nephews, too. I see Him in your music, and in your smile, and in your intelligence, and in your desire to succeed, and in your creativity, and in your kindness. No…you cannot have too many best friends, just like you cannot have too many nieces and nephews. Each one is a gift.
All my love,