nothing in common.
“Mom… I have nothing in common with her anymore. All we do is sit and stare at each other when we hang out – nothing to talk about, nothing exciting to do… seriously. So why would I purposely make myself sit through that?”
I used that excuse for so many of the people I once called my “friends” – those “oober conservative” people, always wanting to talk about Jesus, girls who didn’t have much of a social life (in my opinion). Quite frankly, they made me feel uncomfortable because there was a sense of “holiness” about them. I even took it a step further and would mock those girls to my mother, crack jokes about them, and talk about them with other friends. oh yeah, I was cool… I had it all together.
Now, I see those people I thought I “didn’t have anything in common” with are the very people I have the MOST important things in common with. Like Jesus. Like Salvation. Like eternity in Heaven. Like God’s Word. Like Christian memories. Like Church. And those people I thought I had “everything in common with” — well, I did in a way… like bad decisions. dirty minds. potty mouths. regrets. bad company. weekend all-night parties.
so, you tell me… given the choice to choose between the two groups of people, what would you choose? I’m so glad that those girls didn’t have anything in common with who I was and what I was doing! It shows great wisdom, obediance, and faith on their part – all of which I seem to lack so much.
It’s amazing that in the short time that I’ve quit running from God, how much He has opened my eyes already to alot of things. I only ran for about a year or so — but the run downhill is always easier and quicker than the walk back uphill.