• Kelli Bachara

My Best Friend was Murdered for Me


I’m not exaggerating when I say I have the best friend in the entire whole world.


He is patient, kind, selfless, and honestly... perfect.


He is always there for me.


When other people got tired of hearing about my pain, He never did. He’s always there, never missing a beat.


He’s the one that sat beside me as my heart shattered and streams of tears felt like they would never stop coming from my eyes.


He’d lift my chin and remind me who I am.


He’s the only person that I could show all of my ugly too. The worst of me.

None of it was ever too much for Him.


He’s the person who taught me what grace and forgiveness was.

He taught me to receive and give it.


He’s showed me how I should live and love.


He reminded me that every single person has value.


He also gave everything for me.

And I mean everything.


My best friend, Jesus, was murdered for me.


Sometimes I don’t like to think of it that way, but it’s true.


He knew what my future would be like if I didn’t have a Savior.


He knew it would be bad.

And He loved me too much to let that happen.


He has more power than everything in the world combined, yet He willingly chose to die a brutal death. For me.


And you.


He loves you that much, too.


He chose the worst death imaginable because He wanted His best friends with Him for eternity in heaven.


So He did what He had to do.


We will never know another love like this.

We will never have another friend like this.


He’s already prepared a room specifically for us in heaven.


For that reason, no matter how bad things get, I’m forever grateful for my Jesus.


I look forward to day I get to hug my best friend and say, thank you!


~Kelli Bachara, The Unraveling Blog

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