Missed you, L

An old friend called tonight to talk about something that has reached out to hurt her from her past. Our conversation felt so brief to me. I wanted to listen to her for hours.

I'm finding a hunger to talk with those friends who have that drive to keep growing and allowing God to sculpt their character.

My sister, you know who you are. I am praying for you, and I love love love you. Call me any time. It was wonderful to talk to you, and I know everything will be okay. I know it. This is war (prayer war on my face)!

Our conversation filled me up.