God calls me friend?

(Written September 2, 2012, in my journal)

The grass is so green.
The clouds are so cottony-fluff against their pale late-summer clear blueness.
The breeze is so gentle.
The creation is indeed good.  Your creation.  Good. Because You are.  Good.

The song on now: "I am a friend of God.  He calls me friend."
That is so amazing.  Hard to comprehend.

"What a friend we have in Jesus" ... that's hard enough for my little human heart and mind to really "get" in any real depth of meaningfulness and acceptance...
But me a friend of God?
wow.

"Amazing love, how can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?"
Or call me friend!