Yesterday, I had a quick visit to Tacloban. I hitched on a VSU pickup truck (thanks to Sir Derek), well, because I was free for the rest of the day. I thought about breaking the routine of school pressures. A nice prelude for a weekend, huh.
I have a bestfriend there, and she’s dear to me. On the way, I texted her to quickly arrange our quite unplanned meet. Most of the time, it’s just like that. I suddenly come, and she comes by at short notice.
I wanted to stay long but the truck has to return to VSU in a few hours. So, we only had barely an hour to catch up. Sometimes, I feel guilty that I could only spend so short a time for her. I have my own cares, she also has her own. I wanted to care about her cares too (as she willingly cares about mine whenever I approach her).
I have my own regrets about how I deal with bestfriends. I had an elementary bestfriend. I also had another bestfriend earlier in college. But somehow, I feel I haven’t given enough. I love them all, but I feel I haven’t shared enough, given enough, spent enough time for them.
But I realized, I have one more bestfriend Who is there for me all the time. He’s been around all my life, listening to me 24/7, watching me do good (and bad), comforting me, teaching me about life, admonishing me, and helping me grow. I can come to Him at short notice, no need for preparations. He’s willing to be there. But I seldom realize that I’ve not given Him enough time. And for that, I feel guilty.
His name is Jesus. He’s always been there. He promised, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Joshua 1:5)
Isn’t that a great promise from a Bestfriend who never fails?