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.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Missed you, L
Posted by Conan The Barbie at 9:16 PM
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