“How do you make the Savior really your friend?”⁣

I’ve been asked this question many times, and I know why it’s asked.

Because I think so many of us crave that kind of relationship with Jesus. ⁣

We all want more friends, right?!

And we all want to be friends with the one who knows us better than anyone else because He experienced it all. ⁣

But… how?⁣

My first answer is a question:⁣

Am I a good friend to the Lord?⁣

Do I only contact Him when I need something from Him?⁣

Do I want to learn everything about Him and what He’s done for me, or do I only want to talk about my life?⁣⁣

Do I think of Him often, in both casual and more serious times?⁣

When I’ve focused on becoming a better friend to Jesus, then I’ve discovered a powerful sense that He is my friend, too. ⁣

But my second answer is a bit more honest:⁣

I’m never going to be a “good enough” friend to my Savior. ⁣

At least not here on this earth.⁣

I’m going to forget about Him. I’m going to be selfish. I’m going to need to take a whole lot more than I give. ⁣

And yet… I still believe He is my friend. ⁣

“He lives, my kind, wise heav’nly Friend”. ⁣

“I will call you friends, for you are my friends”. (D&C 93:45⁣)

I can’t earn that friendship. ⁣

But I can still do what I can to discover my part in it. ⁣

He is already my friend. And your friend. And anyone’s friend. ⁣

It’s in those moments when I decide to reach out and build our relationship that I feel the friendship starting to grow. ⁣

When I treat my Savior as I would a friend, I gain the best, most forgiving, most reliable, kindest, most loving eternal friend that I could ever imagine.

Happy Studying!

-Cali Black

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