I had a challenging conversation with one of our street engaged friends yesterday. For reasons that I won’t get into, he’s not always the easiest person to get along with. Most frustrating, however, is that in spite of how certain I am that know what’s best for him, and regardless of how many conversations (some quiet, some loud, some supportive, some confrontational, ALL loving) that we’ve had over the years – he’s in a very similar place to where he was when these conversations began. And he doesn’t want to be there. And I don’t want him to be there.
But there it is: there he is.
At my best these sorts of conversations make me pray. At my worst these sorts of conversations make me angry at my friend.
Yesterday was one of the latter.
But fortunately, while I was stewing, God reminded me about a number of areas of my own life where am at least as resistant to change as my friend, at least as unable (or unwilling?) to hear the messages of loving people who have come alongside me and help me through difficult times. Probably more.
Thank God that the Lord has more patience with me than I do for my friend. Thank God that this friend is in my life and can remind me of that.