I don’t why or how I get to have friends who intentionally and radically seek You,

who sharpen and edify me,

who daily put strenuous time and effort into loving me,

who deepen my understanding of You as I walk with them,

who draw me to fall more in love with You, and less with life.

I don’t know why I get to be part of this,

but I do.

I offered broken words to You years ago one night about coming to a good church one day.

But little did I know how much You heard me.

Little did I know You’re a good Father,

And surely – I see it better now over the years – You know how to give good gifts to Your children who ask.