There’s Not a Friend Like Jesus

Wow! My life has been a nonstop vacation for the past two weeks. Last week my husband Nicolas and I went to a large church convention that lasted Monday night through Friday morning. This week it’s his family reunion in Austin, Texas by the San Marcos River. And amazingly enough, these two weeks have provided me exactly what I didn’t know I needed.

My husband and I have really faced some battles in the past few months: some we passed with flying colors, others we didn’t. So when we went to the church (what we call) camp meeting, we both went looking for God to answer our questions.

It’s funny how God does answer questions sometimes. Whenever I ask Him earnestly for yes or no answers, He normally never gives me a straight answer. Like, one time I was earnestly praying for God to give me a dream or sign about this man I liked. I wanted to know if we’d end up together. A very natural and petty request, but done in the sincerest way as a 21 year old.

So He answered. That night, I had a dream. In my dream I woke up before church on a Sunday and ran into the living room to my mom. I shouted, “Mom! God answered my dream!”

She responded, “He did!? I knew He would.”

I have forgotten a few minor details here, but I believe I asked her how and my mom told me to go look in my bedroom. I flew into my bedroom, and right at the foot of my bed, on the only side you could access my bed at the time, was a purple cloth, looked as though it was dropped there purposely. In the middle of this cloth was a man’s sized footprint. The feetprints were facing the bed as thought someone had been standing there all night. And I knew, that God had been with me, watching over me.

When I awoke from my dream, I got ready for church (it was actually a Sunday like in the dream) and was blow drying my hair thinking about what God was trying to tell me. And deep inside I heard a small voice, an inner voice, tell me, “I Am with you.”

Did He answer me with a direct answer to my question? No. But what He did do was reassure me that He was with me, watching over my life in the present and the future.

The same thing happened at this meeting. I went asking for specific answers (which I do believe Jesus will give) and instead received the most reassuring calm, a peace that God is with me. I just have to trust Him! The very first night at this camp meeting a minister stood up and preached about God caring about His people, that He wants us to trust Him and will help us through our trials and tribulations. Then he started singing, so sweetly, “There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus. No, not one! No, not one! Jesus knows all about our struggles. He will guide till the day is done. There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus. No, not one! No, not one!”

So I suppose what I am trying to say that Jesus can talk to us in so many ways to reassure us that He is there, and will be there. Always.