...David and I, that is. Which would be nice...someone who understands pain, hurt, disappointment, struggle, heartache. Someone who doesn't judge based on appearance, "coolness," whatever. Someone who doesn't act like a friend one minute and not the next.
From Psalm 6
Have mercy on me, Lord, I have no strength; Lord, heal me, my body is racked; my soul is racked with pain. But you, a Lord, how long? Return, Lord, rescue my soul. Save me in your merciful love, for in death no one remembers you; from the grave, who can give you praise? I am exhausted with my groaning; every night I drench my pillow with tears. My eye wastes away from grief;
From Psalm 13
"How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and every day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?
Look on me and answer, O Lord my God.
Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death;
my enemy will say, 'I have overcome him,'
and my foes will rejoice when I fall.
But I trust in your unfailing love;
my heart rejoices in your salvation.
I will sing to the Lord,
for he has been good to me."
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i'm so glad that Jesus is a friend like that--although, sometimes it's nice to have friends that are like that-that have some skin on =) a good friend is such a good thing!
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