Frankly, I don't like the term "best friend". I don't like the ranking, and I don't like the expectations tied to it. I do not want to rank my friends, and I don't want to be ranked. Honestly, I don't want to be called s.o.'s "best friend".
What does it mean to be s.o.'s best friend? That you can be told everything? That you can help in every situation and should do so? That you are the one person that has the right to know everything or most things or at least the most important things that are going on in your "best friend's" life?
No, I don't like that concept. Just because I don't think it works.
There are different people in my life I can talk to about different things. Different people I can share different things with. Different people that can help me in different situations. And I wouldn't even necessarily call all of them my friends; which, of course, might be a very German way of considering it.
As much as I'd like to be always helpful, I often fail to be a friend just because I am in the place I am in. Because there are things I can't understand so that I can't hear. Because I react in patterns that are not necessarily divine; because there are areas in my life in which I need healing.
So, I'm glad, there is s.o. who fulfills all the best friend's criteria. I'm glad I can have a best friend in Jesus. I'm glad I can entrust Jesus with my friends; not only when I can't be helpful any more but constantly.
I'm glad there is (already) a saviour. I'm glad there is room for me to be imperfect.
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