An Open Letter to the Friend Who Dances With Me

January 18, 2017


The other day, a small envelope arrived in the mail with a sweet prayer inside. I just love handwritten mail. One of my teammates for my Guatemala trip took her time to uplift my heart. Yesterday, I received a tiny notebook of verses from friends I met through my church. Each of the verses were written to remind me of God's goodness while I am over in Guatemala. 

That gave me a lot of affirmation -- affirmation that I have been surrounded by friends who not only want to encourage me but also desire to help grow me. My friends remind me of my worth, of whom I belong to, and whom I am serving. Friends, let me tell you how important it is to have someone that will give you the simple truth when you need it, who will help guide you towards the right direction, who will make your stomach hurt because of the contagious laughter, and who will listen to you when you are vulnerable and frail. Do life with people. Don't do it alone. It's hard to let people in especially when you have been hurt before by someone you loved. I know, Don't let your insecurities rule your heart. Just a chat with a friend refreshes my soul. Find the iron that will sharped your iron.

Ruth 1:16-17 - "But Ruth replied, 'Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the LORD deal with me, be it ever so severely, if even death separates you and me.'"

I am a big fan of the book of Ruth. It is probably one of my favorite books. Ruth and sweet Naomi had such a wonderful relationship. They looked after each other and wanted God's Will for each other.

Luke 8:51-52  And when he came to the house, he allowed no one to enter with him, except Peter and John and James, and the father and mother of the child. And all were weeping and mourning for her, but he said, "Do not weep, for she is not dead but sleeping."

Even Christ had close friends. I love that! He even had some that were closer than others. He treasured His disciples. 

I live in a world seen through a pair of 3D glasses. Red, blue, blend together. Everything looks so real, but as soon as you reach out to touch, it's not there. I can hear the buzz and feel the noise, but I can't step in . We are little busy bodies -- on the go with energy in a snug little cup. We are too use to blurry faces and pixelated relationships. There is an unspoken fear of sharing our struggles. Sharing our needs -- our brokenness. Pouring in the love that Christ pours into us onto other people.  Concrete friendships terrify us. Let's step out of our comfort zone and change the regular routine. 
Speak up + be bold!! We are all bruised and scarred people surrounded by insecurity. I promise you that getting down to the knitty gritty and sweet sweet friendships are a lot better than fighting the struggles and battles alone.


To my friends and future friends:

Well, hey, good looking.

You are a gem. You truly lift my spirits and turn my smile into a big goofy one, You make me laugh so hard that snorts come out in intervals. You accept my weird self and allow me to continue doing my weird stuff,  I have been praying for a friend who values Christ. I have been praying for a friend who seeks to help me grow with our good Father. I have been praying for a friend who reminds me that I am so worth loving. Ah! I just love you. I really do. I love singing at the top of my lungs with you. I love the freedom I feel when my hands are against the wind outside of the car window. I love the fullness of my heart when I am with you. Thanks for making me feel better about my awkward job interviews and hand waives by sharing your awko-taco situations. Thanks for dancing with me and showing me to dance with Christ.

You remind me that no boy is worth my anxiety. No one is worth my fear. My prayer is that I uplift you like you uplift me. My prayer is that I can be a friend who you can go to in full rawness. I pray that our hearts will be open and accepting. My prayer is that we will be strong and bold in our faith. My desire is for us to grow together. I love you where you are, but I encourage you to keep growing. You are so strong and beautiful. There is beauty in the quirky things you do. There is beauty in you. I want to remind you now that there is no boy who can steal that. His name does not define your name. His words of definition for you are not defining. You are a precious jewel. You are so beyond valuable. Girl, you are treasured by the Highest King. You belong. Stop apologizing for everything. Stop being apologetic for being truthful. You are kind and that is nothing to apologize for. You are generous and there is no apology in that. Your heart of gold deserves a victory dance. Love yourself fiercely. Love yourself so boldly. You are enough, because Christ is enough. Your identity only lies in the name of our sweet Father.

Cry on my shoulder for as long as you need it. Pour out your heart. I am here. Keep your chin up. You are a princess. Your tears are not deserving. Your hurt is not what you deserve. You are a Daughter of the King. Keep your chin up, because God has a perfect plan for you. No, no, no. Put your phone down and stop checking to see if he texted you. Don't put your foundation in those messages. Don't put your worth in that little screen.  In fact, I know that He wants to use you in a great way. I know He wants to use your crazy self for His glory. I know He wants to use your radiance. This storm that you are going through -- man, it is crazy. But man our God is greater than the storm. He is such a good good Father. Friends, remember that this world is not your home. We have an eternal home -- one where we will forever be waltzing and singing forever to Christ.As your tears run down your cheeks, allow Him to take each one and pull you towards joy. There is a joy greater than we can even imagine for us in the future.

.I pray for the sweet friend who eats ice cream and Klondike bars with me as my heart breaks. I pray for you who holds my hand as I visit the gravesite of where my dad lays. I pray for the girl who does cartwheels and unbalanced twirls with me in the rain. I pray for you who stands up and yells like a whacko as I walk on stage to accept my diploma. I pray for the one who stands by my side as I say "I do". I pray for the girl who distracts the crowd as I am having a huge wardrobe malfunction.I am cheering you on as you grow in Christ. I am rooting you on as you kick butt as being you. 

Thanks for being my friend and taking off the 3D glasses that I have been seeing the world through. 

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