New always takes time to become comfortable.  In shoes, in jeans, and in jobs.  And in being a follower of Jesus.   Especially if you grew up like I did, in a family that mocked the “freaks” who dared utter His* name.  (Yes, I spell His name with capitol letters; it’s a respect thing and it’s intended to signify that He is THE ultimate He.  The word “he” becomes a proper noun when referring to Him.  Current culture might mock that, but I’m more ok with that than watering down my reverence to Him.)

That is part of the struggle today, for people who are trying to get used to a new way of life with a new best friend whom they’d previously known OF, but just started getting to know and are finding more awe inspiring than they ever imagined.  A friend who, in fact, they’d at times insulted and ridiculed, even if it was just going with the crowd.  It’s hard to have a turn-around like that.  Especially hard when the realization hits that the someone deserves a capitol H.

I learned that He understood that I was doing what I saw.  I was repeating what I heard.  I was mimicking.  Being a monkey.  Then He told me to stand up straight, look Him in the eye, count Him as a friend.  He is as comfortable to talk to now as old jeans are to wear.  We’ve broken in our relationship like those canvas walking shoes I wore every day one summer.  Except, He never wears out.  He just keeps getting better and better with time.