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A Friend of God


Being a friend of God. Can we really be friends with God? Or is He a God that doesn’t want our friendship? 

Well, take a look at Enoch, Noah, and Abraham. Genesis 5:22 and 24 says that Enoch walked with God. Genesis 6:9 said that Noah also walked with God. And what about Abraham? James 2:23 says that he was a friend of God!

Let’s take a look at Moses. He conversed with God face to face! Was this kind of relationship only for them? No! Take a look at Joshua 1:5. “There shall not any man be able to stand before thee all the days of thy life: as I was with Moses, so I will be with thee: I will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.” God will always be with us! He will never leave us, or forsake us. Incredible! 

What is it like to be close to God? Psalm 16:11 says, “Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fullness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.” Fullness of joy! That’s amazing. Being close to God is having fullness of joy.

When we see the glory of the God, we are changed into the same image. “But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.” 2 Corinthians 3:18

In order to be friends with God, we must be able to maintain a relationship with him. And how can we maintain this relationship? Through prayer and the reading of his word, and by spending time with him in the morning and throughout the day. How essential is prayer? 1 Thessalonians 5:17 says, "Pray without ceasing." So we must not cease to pray to God. We should want to maintain a relationship with him.

So the answer is yes. We can be friends with God! He is a loving, kind God who cares about us and our every need. I want to be friends with God, don't you?
~Ashley Angeles

 Henceforth I call you not servants; for the things the servant knoweth not what his Lord doeth: but I have called you friends; for all things that I have heard of my Father I have made known unto you. John 15:15





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