Kindred Spirit

I discovered something really precious this weekend. I have a younger friend, whom I am supposed to be mentoring, who is much wiser than I and who has helped me as much or even more than I have ever helped her. Anyway, we were talking, and we discovered that when we were younger, we related to Jesus in a similar way. We would both move over to one side of our beds and hold out our hand, so Jesus could lay down beside us and hold our hand while we slept. How precious it is, that He knew, even then, that one day we would be friends, and we would hold His hand and each other's throughout the dark nights of life.