So do you have that one friend that lives a million miles away but still does life with you at the same time? That friend who you can go one month or six months without talking to and then not even skip a beat? And when you do finally catch her on the phone, neither of you can barely take a breath in order to say everything you need to say before one of your collective four children has a meltdown.
Yeah. I have that friend. We had a glorious nine or so minute conversation while I was driving sans Chica today. Nine times out of ten, she doesn’t answer her phone. Today I’m not even sure it rang once before her loud and peppy, “Hey!” came through the other side. She admitted she answered because it gave her permission to put off the cleaning a little longer. A girl after my own heart.
We rushed to talk about all of the important things like doing the dishes, and East Coast visits, and listening to God, and spending time with our kids. While she was pouring her heart out about wanting to make big changes in her life and being in that waiting place where the change isn’t fully happening, I interrupted her and said, “Sorry…gotta go….I’m here, except I don’t really know where here is…..so I better pay attention.” She’s that kind of friend that’s just fine with nine hurried minutes and no more.
So tonight when after the crazies were in bed (and I, myself, was needing to do a bit of my own stalling), I wrote her a quick e-mail of what I would have said if I had had two more minutes. Maybe you could use the same reminder today. Maybe I just need to hear it one more time….