Hey.
I hate watching you struggle.
I hate hearing about the things you've done.
I hate that you are so sweet to me.
I hate that Jesus isn't first in your life.
I was in the car with my brother last night, driving home from my birthday party. It was wonderful, thanks for coming. Back to the story, right before we left Starbucks, you said something that, well, was good and bad. What you said was good, under the circumstances though, it was bad. On the way home, I asked my brother about it. He said it wasn't that bad. Hey, newsflash, it's bad no matter what.
You are a new friend, but you're a friend, and so I love you. I love you, I pray for you, and I want you to succeed, just like I do for all of my friends. You can do so much more!
He tells me that you definitely have a relationship with Jesus, he tells me you're getting better, he tells me you'd be good for me and I'd be good for you.
Show me.
Show me you're serious.
Show me Christ in you.
-A Friend Who Cares, probably too much, But I Do
(P.S. I was really sad, like, I wanted to cry. But it'll get better. I know it.)
I hate watching you struggle.
I hate hearing about the things you've done.
I hate that you are so sweet to me.
I hate that Jesus isn't first in your life.
I was in the car with my brother last night, driving home from my birthday party. It was wonderful, thanks for coming. Back to the story, right before we left Starbucks, you said something that, well, was good and bad. What you said was good, under the circumstances though, it was bad. On the way home, I asked my brother about it. He said it wasn't that bad. Hey, newsflash, it's bad no matter what.
You are a new friend, but you're a friend, and so I love you. I love you, I pray for you, and I want you to succeed, just like I do for all of my friends. You can do so much more!
He tells me that you definitely have a relationship with Jesus, he tells me you're getting better, he tells me you'd be good for me and I'd be good for you.
Show me.
Show me you're serious.
Show me Christ in you.
-A Friend Who Cares, probably too much, But I Do
(P.S. I was really sad, like, I wanted to cry. But it'll get better. I know it.)
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