When God Asks You to Be Jesus to Someone—And You Reach the End

Loving someone like Jesus is a lot like carrying water in your hands.

You scoop it up carefully, knowing some will slip through your fingers.

It's messy. Imperfect. And yet, sacred.

Because if God asks you to carry it, you don't argue about the method.

You simply say, Yes, Lord.

There was someone in my life, a close friend, whom God specifically asked me to love like that.

Not from afar.

Not when it was easy.

But up close, with my presence, patience, and heart wide open.

He didn't ask because I was strong.

He didn't choose me because I was ready.

He asked because He was writing a story of obedience and invited me to be a page in it.

Have you ever been asked that?

Has God ever whispered, "Love them like I would"—

Even if it costs you?

Even if they never love you back?

Even if it breaks your heart?

It's intense.

It's hard.

It's daunting.

And still—it's holy.

God placed a particular person in my path, and I tried.

We had already connected, but He called me to step deeper this time.

So I did.

I texted, checked in, and showed up when I didn't feel like it. I made sure she knew she was seen because sometimes, being Jesus means being interruptible. I listened, comforted her, and tried to understand her struggles.

I made sure she knew she was seen—because sometimes, being Jesus means being interruptible.

I wasn't perfect, but I was willing.

And as forgetful as I can be, God made sure I remembered every encounter.

Moments that might've seemed small to others, but to me, they felt orchestrated.

They were divine brushstrokes on a much bigger canvas.

He was preparing my heart for her and what obedience would cost me.

Because over time, I started to disappear.

Not all at once.

But little by little, I lost pieces of myself.

Trying to be who she needed to be, I forgot how to be who I was.

I walked on eggshells.

Smiled through discomfort.

No matter what I did, it never felt like enough.

She wasn't cruel. She was kind. Thoughtful. Helpful.

But the weight of trying not to disappoint her wore me thin.

And the grief of always falling short—whether in her eyes or my own—took its toll.

I've loved hard people before. I've stayed in hard places.

But this time, something in me broke.

And in that broken place, I knelt before God and said:

"I can't anymore. I've done all I know to do. I've offered what you asked.

If she still needs something, please give it—but not through me."

And do you know what happened?

Not guilt.

No shame.

Not fear.

Peace.

The kind of peace that only comes when Heaven says,

"You did what I asked. Now leave the rest to me."

Because sometimes, obedience looks like staying.

And sometimes, it looks like surrender.

Sometimes, love is expressed in endurance.

Other times, it's expressed in a release.

God never asked me to save her.

He only asked me to reflect the One who could.

And maybe—just maybe—in letting go, I trusted Him more fully

Then, when I was holding on.

I see her now—peaceful, happy, and healthy.

God has surrounded her with the friendships I used to pray she'd find—people who walk with her, speak life into her and point her toward Him.

And that's the point.

Maybe I was never meant to be the forever friend.

Maybe I was just the seed… the bridge… one small part of the story God is still writing for her.

And you know what? I'm grateful.

Grateful for the moments we shared—however brief.

Grateful for the lessons hidden in the tension and the tenderness.

Grateful for the peace of knowing I don't have to be the one she needed…

and the quiet joy of seeing her flourish in God's hands, not mine.

Even now, when we pass each other, the air feels slightly awkward,

My heart rests in peace, not in bitterness, not in regret.

Because when you truly release someone to God,

you can look at them through the eyes of grace—the kind only He can give.

I share this because you may have someone like that, too.

Someone difficult, tender, complicated, or close.

Someone who makes you ask the hard questions:

"God, show me how to love them."

"Help me love like You do."

"Teach me when to lean in… and when to let go."

In every relationship, the invitation remains consistent: be obedient. When you stumble, seek forgiveness. This grace and the opportunity for second chances are vital, reminding us of our shared humanity and the inevitability of mistakes. When your heart feels stretched thin, prioritize peace over performance. And when God speaks, listen closely. It's time to trust Him enough to let go.

Because He never asked for perfection—He just asked for a willing heart.

And when you've done your best to love, to show up, and to obey,

you can walk away in peace, knowing this:

You didn't fail.

You were faithful.

And that… is more than enough.

Prayer

Lord,

You see the spaces in our hearts where we've poured out and felt empty.

You know the names we've carried, the prayers we've whispered, the grace we've tried to give—even when it cost more than we thought we had. Thank you for trusting us to be a glimpse of you to others, even when the journey stretched us. Thank you for walking with us when obedience felt like breaking. And thank you for being faithful—not only to them but to us. Where we've loved well, receive it as worship.

Where we've come up short, cover it with mercy.

And where we've let go, hold them in the hands we never could.

Teach us to love without losing ourselves.

To serve without striving.

To release without resentment.

And to walk away with peace when you say it's time.

You never asked us to be the answer.

You only asked us to be willing.

So here we are—hands open, hearts surrendered, grateful that you are God, and we don't have to be. In Jesus' name, Amen.