I’m Sorry I’m Not The Friend I Used To Be

Dear friend,

I’m sorry I’m not the friend I once was. See, I had a conviction for the way I was living and I heard new calling on life. 

I’m sorry I can’t talk about other people like we used to. See, it goes against the gospel for me to participate in conversation that isn’t edifying.

I’m sorry I can’t go watch vulgar movies about sex or partying anymore. See, it triggers thoughts and actions that I’ve worked really hard to change in myself. 

I’m sorry I can’t go have a casual drink or go to the bar with you anymore. See, it took me a long time to quit binge drinking after I committed to it many times. 

I’m sorry I don’t laugh at vulgar jokes or inappropriate humor anymore. See, the things I used to find funny are things that now make me uncomfortable.

I’m sorry that I don’t stick up for you like I used to by cussing someone out or being ready to fight anyone that did you wrong. See, I’ve learned that my actions can affect how people see Jesus. I know now, that prayer is the biggest and most powerful weapon. And friend, I pray for you. 

I’m sorry if I’ve seemed distant or at times acted too good for the things we used to enjoy together. See, I’ve been praying about how to address different things without harming our friendship, but sometimes I get it wrong. 

I’m sorry that my mouth or actions don’t portray what my heart wants to say to you at times. See, I get nervous when sharing about the way Jesus changed me, because I’m afraid I will seem judgmental. And friend, I don’t judge you. 

I’m sorry if I’ve ever hurt your feelings or made you feel like you didn’t matter by not being the same friend that you knew for so long. See, that is a lie from fear itself. I love you more now than I ever have before. And, I’m still figuring all this out. 

I’m sorry that I fail sometimes and seem hypocritical. See, I’m still finding my way as a child of God and I’m far from perfect. 

I’m sorry I’m not the friend I used to be, but if you let me, I will be a better friend. See, our friendship may not be the same as it was, but it can be deeper and more meaningful.  

Thank you for being my friend through the different parts of me on this continuous journey. 

Thank you for understanding my heart and that I never mean any harm. 

Thank you for forgiving me when I failed you. 

Thank you for loving me and for believing the best in me. 

Sweet friend, please continue to give me grace as I fumble around. I will undoubtedly mess up again, but I am thankful for His grace and forgiveness that never fails us. 

God gave us each other for a reason. He will give us the wisdom to find our way even if that means we have to go down separate roads at times. 

Love always,


Your friend in Christ

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