I finally admitted yesterday that I was feeling lonely, and it felt challenging to articulate. Considering the fantastic people in my life, I knew I wasn’t alone, and I didn’t need to feel alone—yet, I was. Like a wall separating me from those in my life, I felt like no one could truly see me. No one could fully understand me.
And the truth is, no one can. Not even the friend who knows me best. Because, whether I like it or not, human friendships are limited. No one person or collection of friends can fully understand me to the degree my soul longs to be seen and known. And though I get glimpses of deep intimacy and connection, even the healthiest of friendships lack because we are all broken people. Not one of us can sustain authenticity.
But there is one who can and does. There is one whom all degrees of friendship meet. And his name is Christ.
In full, and with constant, pure authenticity. He is the heartbeat of our longing and the object of our desire. He is the truest of friends. And he’s standing at the door of our hearts, knocking.
Let loneliness serve as the invitation to open up the door and let him in.